Harbringer

Feral

Blood dripped from Valiance's elongated fingertips as he reformed once more with a sick sucking sound. With an amused expression, he saw the seraphim courier stumble and run through the packed streets from the window of the second floor, letting out a small chuckle. Turning back to his quarry, the haemomancer leisurely paced towards him as the spikes covering his digits receded into his body. With a gentle kick, he turned the unmoving body of councilman Vates onto his back and knelt down beside him. Such an old soul...and yet his body contained so much knowledge and power. The wounds across his chest resembled that of a daeva attack to the untrained eye, being three diagonal tears in the skin, but upon closer inspection, one would find that it was slightly too clean to have been such a beast. Tilting his head as he inspected his handiwork, Valiance breathed a sigh as he reached a hand in through Vates' shattered ribcage, wrapping his cold, slender fingers around the dead seraphim's heart. "In another life, Vates, we would most likely have been friends," he said conversationally as he gently tugged at the muscle, testing its bonds, before unceremoniously ripping it out, trying to make it seem as beastly as possible, "but alas, cruel fates betwixt our existances in this way...and I emerge on top." Holding the heart in his hand as he stood ack up, Valiance looked down at the pitiful body, a look of utter surprise still pasted onto its face. A small smile creased his lips. "Let it not be said that I am a seraphim of cruel intentions," he said as red strings flowed out from the pores of his hand and attaching themselves to the heart. Slowly, it started to pulse and brought an infernal beating noise which echoed through the room. With a sudden jerk and howl of pain, Vates' body reanimated. "I'm...alive? he whispered as he felt the tear in his chest, turning pale. "Teetering on the brink of life and death, rather," Valiance replied, showing him the beating heart, "and only on my whim. You may ask me three questions, before I let you back into the embrace of death. Do not take my kindness lightly." Councilman Vates swallowed as his brain tried to comprehend what was happening. "Who...who are you? A necromancer?" he stuttered as his arms fell limply to the ground, accepting his demise, "and why did you do this?" "I am the herald of the outcasts which your ancestors so cruelly destroyed years ago," Valiance said as he tightened his grip on the heart, causing Vates to grunt in pain, "no simple necromancers, we are a society who's understanding flows through the whole body, not simply reanimation." "I...I don't..." Vates began before Valiance cut him off. "The bloodsworn," he said, the word rolling off of his tongue. "Though we forsooke that name after the Purge, Keeper of Stories," Valiance replied calmly as he sat down on Vates' bed, crossing his legs, "and I believe you came upon that little fable recently, did you not?" The councilmember seemed dumbfounded as he stared at Valiance. "We know what happens with our tomes, Vates," the haemomancer replied as he toyed with the heart in his hand, "After all, they are written with our own blood and feathers. Vates vaguely recollected reading a musty hidebound tome in the forbidden archives whose pages seemed awash with fresh blood. Each turn of the page unleashed the heady scent of iron into the air. A smirk covered Valiance's face. "Now that you've remembered," he said as he stood up once more, slowly stepping over to Vates, it is time to forget..." Slowly, the red tendrils which had flowed over the heart receded into the recesses of the blood mage's skin, leaving no mark. The beat of the heart slowed and Vates gasped for air as life once more flowed away. "Oh, and by the way...That was four questions I answered." As the limp corpse once more fell to the ground, Valiance breathed a sigh. "Guess I should leave a calling card at least," he muttered to himself. Drawing his wings closer to his back, he took a deep breath before placing his right hand over his chest. Slowly, and with a disgusting sucking sound, his hand sunk into his flesh, grabbing onto a hidden object. With the sound of shattering glass, he held back a roar of pain as he pulled out a long, thin red crystal. Leaning down, he inserted it into the flesh of Vates and chuckled. "I'm making this easy for you, old friend," he muttered as he stood up and pulled his hat tighter, "now then, I should get going." With that, he dissolved into a cloud of crimson fluid and disappeared into the floorboards.

Feral

For lack of a better option ill finish off my sidearc post.ő

Feral

Hmm...*starts digging out filler arc*

Black Fall [Superhuman/City/Character Driven]

Would this one be more to your liking? I still ahve to adjust some stuff and make a few more weaknesses, but here's the basic framework:

Mikael Athenhall

Basic Information

Name: Mikael Athenhall
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Apothecary
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Height: 1.71 m
Weight: 98 kg
Home District:
The Dead End

Appearance

Hair Color: Black like his lungs
Eye Color: Formerly hazel, now white with cateracts.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Physical Appearance: At first glance, Mikael looks extremely sickly, and given his abode's location in the Dead End, it's not surprising. Thin, frail looking and constantly looking like he's on the verge of collapsing, it would be easy to assume that he was simply a normal teen with a compromised immune system. If only that were the case. Deep bags under his eyes make him seem like an insomniac, while combined with his pale skin make him look like a drug addict or shut-in. Thin sheets of stubble cover his chin while his short, messy black hair is swept back into a coif. Sunken cheekbones complete his look of 'pestilence incarnate' as some of my fellow agents call him. I'm inclined to agree. [REDACTATION: PENDING]
Attire: Mikael is often seen wearing a simple olive green hoodie and jeans, possessing neither the sense, nor will, to follow current trends and fashion. However, most notably perhaps, he dons a labcoat after hours at his educational institution to assist with reasearch in their biology labs[PERSONAL OBSERVATION: CONSIDER REDACTING]. After a thorough warranted investigation of the subjects abode, we have discovered an oddity in a plague doctor's mask reminiscent of the ones found in Europe during the outbreak of the bubonic plague. Further investigation was required, but the subject returned home soon after.

Personality

Personality:
Mikael displays a strong front, as if to attempt to offset the weakness of his body which is begging to be put to rest. Kindly and quiet, reminiscent of a grandparent, Mikael makes great attempts to make friends. Unfortunately, it has a very low success rate, given his body's condition and his habit of breaking out into a debilitating cough. It is not a surprise that natural human instinct tells us to remain far away from a walking trough of disease, but it seems that he has made friends with some meta-humans in the area who are aware of his condition and situation. Usually such open disgust would cause someone to withdraw from society, and yet Mikael continues his attempts to adjust to society, suggesting a certain psychological hardiness. It is suspected that inside, Mikael is much more fragile than he may seem. The natural pack mentality of humans drives the boy to attempt to properly integrate himself, however the pack's natural avoidance of weak and plagued members prevents him from truly creating any bonds.Further observation is required.

Hobbies/Interests:
- Volunteer at local university biology labs
- Seems to enjoy literature of varying genres
Seems to take a great interest in general science, particularly in the field of pathology.

Skills/Talents:
Mikael has shown great accuracy in identification of various diseases people are suffering, and has helped to no end in identifying the newest strain of flu at the onset of the year, bringing both the university and himself some fame. Other than pathology, Mikael has shown great knowledge of treatments and pharmaceuticals.

Prized Possession: An old censer.

Quote(s): "I don't *Cough* feel too good"

History/Bio: (Optional, or PM it to me to keep it a secret Give me a detailed description of your character's past. How they were brought up. Try to include mostly major events/details.)
Family: ([Ex: Parents, children, siblings] Include stepfamilies if it applies, and label as such.)

Relationships

(Basically a section where you put your character's thoughts on the other ones they've encountered. You can also talk to other people and decide what your characters relations will be.)

[Character name] | [Impression (Good/Bad/Neutral]] | [Relationship (Friend, Rival, Crush, etc)] | [Character's thoughts [EX: I think Bob is quite the amiable fellow, has a great head on his shoulders, wouldn't want anyone else on my side]] |

Abilities

Power Class & Rating: (Cerebral, Super-System, Elemental, Power, or Other)
Power: Simply put, Mikael is a walking biological weapon. Diseases and pathogens constantly ravage his body, and yet he does not die. The constant ministrations of these microbes have done very little to shorten the life of the youth, and if anything, have served to make him tougher and immune to pain, which could be a drawback just as easily as it could be an advantage. His body has housed a majority of the pathogens in the word, from influenza to smallpox and even the bubonic plague. The strange thing is, however, that he does not catch these diseases from anywhere, they simply...appear and ravage his body. And it is not always a known disease either. Even stranger is his ability to visit the disease upon another person- and everyone in that person's immediate vicinity. His ability seems to amplify the infectivity and lethality of any given disease tenfold and project it onto others. Any mistakes on his part could cause an epidemic.

However, before extermination is considered, one should also consider the beneficial portion of his power. Mikael is able to remove diseases and infections from a person's body and either take it within himself, or visit it upon something else, freeing the person from poison and disease.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
-Antibiotics and medicine to him are what plagues are to everyone else. Shows great adversity to some species of mould while showing great curiosity in others. Likely the former contains a penicillin strand of fungus.
-Sometimes becomes ravaged by a new unknown disease he has not built up a resistance to, leaving him almost comatose for extended periods of time until his immune system records a memory of it.
Other: (Put whatever you want here, basically anything that doesn't fit in the other forms)

Sample Post: (Write me an example post of your character in action - You also have to show your character's ability)

Black Fall [Superhuman/City/Character Driven]

That edit should take care of some of the more glaring problems, but the actual edits will have to come in later when I have at least 4 hours of sleep. Or insomnia takes over, whichever one.

EDIT: Oh, and don't worry, that won't be his only weakness. I already have things planned for Elijah. Evil things. VERY evil things.

Black Fall [Superhuman/City/Character Driven]

My cses are always up for criticism, even after the finished state and i apologise for the transgressions. I just wanted a basic outline to be done before i am forced to interact with my family for christmas. Ill do some basic editing in the morning but the cs remains at around ep percent so try not to judge it too hard. As for the whole other people thing, his control remains over his own only and solely.

EDIT: Yeah, ill admit i only read the top half before excitement took over. Everything will be fixed by tomorrow...i hope...or today. Time passes strangely.