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Exekiel was very much at a loss. It seemed that the city of Lost Haven has been the staging ground of some rather ridiculous things as of late. If it wasn't Metas running to and fro, then it was surprise visits from bloodthirsty so-called demons from the Pit. That was a hell of a busy night (pardon the pun) for Exekiel. Many had died in the French Quarter, and there wasn't a whole lot he could without exposing himself to some pretty prominent Metas. Between Icon, Iron Knight, and that angelic looking meta, the half-demon was just about ready to dig in and wait it out. Instead he shifted in his demonic form and harvested many of the invaders that night. He kept to the darkness and the fringes of the invading force; picking them off little by little. Honestly, it was more likely that others would assume that he was a part of the invading force than an ally of any kind. It wasn't their fault that they couldn't tell the difference between a Pit demon and an Abyssal demon.
Thankfully, the aftereffects of the invasion led to reduced crime rates at night... albeit only temporarily. By day, Exekiel was your everyday Engineer, and attended a pretty standard 9 to 5 job over at Midas Industries. It was a fairly well-paying job even though he didn't really have an immediate use for a greater portion of his income. He lived in a cheap but cozy apartment in Chinatown with rather spartan arrangements of a few pieces of furniture; the only thing of worth being his top-of-the-line computer that he pieced together and upgrades as needed. His daytime schedule was predictable for the most part. Other than work Exekiel would make himself attend some local singles functions to acquaint himself with society a bit, and at least once a week he would volunteer at the Lost Haven Home for the Elderly. His own grandparents were rather horrible people and died in a failed attempt to harness a demon from the Abyss. Despite that he always wondered what it would be like to have an older relative around who had lifetime of experience they could share. He tried to fill that aching void of family-ties by attending to the elderly and in-firmed of others. By allowing himself to be seen and considered a normal (if barely remarkable) functioning member of human society, the half-demon would remain hidden in plain sight.
At night, Exekiel would not sleep... just as Lost Haven does not sleep at night. The darker elements of crime rise up at this time, and he rises with them. Of course he doesn't abet and aide them... rather he hunts them and punishes them for invading his territory. As Predator, the half-demon terrorizes the night but he does so carefully and with great deliberation. At first, in his naivety, Predator took out whatever thug and gangster he could rend with his talons. He learned quickly that underlings were replaceable and that killing them only made their bosses paranoid and harder to track. As a result, he learned to listen, to stalk his prey slowly, and to savor the hunt. There was no satisfaction in a sloppy or unorganized kill. Exekiel always believed he was in harmony with his demonic self but there were times he felt that maybe he was slipping a little too deep into the Predator role. He killed off a few small time crews and cleared out some territory for himself. Occasionally, Predator would pin the crime on a rival gang so as to avoid suspicion. Eventually, he came across a few Meta crooks and found himself at odds with strange powers that temporarily threw him off the hunt. However, he was not easily put off by a few obstacles. He made special examples out of those who abused their powers to hurt and hinder the common people. He also found that killing them gave him a rather large boost in his power and allowed for quicker elevations to the next evolutionary stage.
All those years of careful hunting and discovery pre-dated the Meta explosion of heroes and villains that swarmed onto the scene of Lost Haven. It threw off Predator's hunt for a couple weeks, but soon he adapted once more to the helter skelter of new players on the field. The objective was the same even if the playing field was warped. Predator found himself stalking and spying for longer hours as he figured out the major power players that had changed the game up. It was only recently though that he found a couple names popping more and more often in the underworld.
"The Cowl. Shroud. The Cancer." rumbled Predator in his deep other-worldly growl as he stalked outside a particular warehouse on the wharf.
The people behind these names yielded no direct search results. It took several weeks of careful spying and stalking to obtain the information he wanted. Even then, it was greatly insufficient to serve his needs. Too many unknown variables surrounded these names. That was why he was going to slowly draw them out. Predator would start near the bottom of the chain. Clandestine and low key jobs that were easily disrupted if he picked off the right people. Tonight happened to be a night where one of those scheduled routines were to happen. The Cowl had his fingers in everything related to crime in Lost Haven and Predator wanted to see what it took to start pricking those digits. The massive creature slunk gracefully through the darkness and the intermittent shadows cast by powerful lights onto boxes and other obstructions. It was fairly easy to get inside the warehouse and he ignored any grunt that wasn't directly in his way. His target was in the offices near the rear of the building. Of course this part was more heavily guarded but guns meant nothing to the half-demon... not anymore. Despite that invulnerability, Predator did not want to alert his prey so he took to killing them softly. Not much of a sound was made as he blew out the lights above them; casting them into darkness. He worked quick and methodically. He left the bodies there. No one would see them in the darkness.
The blown out lights would eventually attract attention so Predator soundlessly vaulted up the stairs and sidled up to the office door. He listened in carefully for sounds and could hear the prey speaking oh so smoothly to whoever was on the phone.
"Listen. Let The Cowl know that even with the whole fiasco with the demons and the Meta flunkies, we've been on schedule without fail. Today's shipment will go without a hitch. No one in this town gives as s*** about the shipping ports and with all the hub bub surrounding these Metas we've pretty much got no one snooping around." soothed the man to his recipient with an almost greasy air like that of a loan shark.
Predator waited patiently as the man finished his call and then burst into the room with speed and power far greater than a normal human. There was no time for screaming. Massive scaled hands wrapped tightly around the middle-aged man's neck and applied the proper amount of strength to strangle him but not break his neck. The man's eyes popped out of his eyes in sheer terror as he looked upon a creature from the Abyss in rarely viewed majesty. Saliva dripped down jaws filled with rows of razor sharp teeth and burning red eyes glared at the prey beneath him. The prey's name was Jim Wilson. He was a criminal with a rap sheet as long as Predator's arm but the Shroud Syndicate's influence was strong indeed. Wilson served a very key role in the import and export of very very illegal things. He handled the contacts, the shipping manifestos, the bribery, and the thugs needed to keep the operation running smoothly. Tonight he would die in a rather cruel manner as he was forced to look upon his killer's horrific visage while his life slipped away. For Predator this method was least used but often the most prolific to him personally. To strangle someone to death was a very purposeful act. To hold your hands at another persons throat as they thrashed about for life and deny them that breath of salvation truly could not be mistaken as an accident.
"Hellfire and suffering awaits you my prey. I thank you for your contribution to my evolution." snarled the half-demon with a mocking sneer.
Jim Wilson died that night of forced asphyxiation and his office was stripped clean of both evidence of the killer and information on the illegal operation. The first prod at the massive underworld organization was made. Predator would now wait and observe.
Thankfully, the aftereffects of the invasion led to reduced crime rates at night... albeit only temporarily. By day, Exekiel was your everyday Engineer, and attended a pretty standard 9 to 5 job over at Midas Industries. It was a fairly well-paying job even though he didn't really have an immediate use for a greater portion of his income. He lived in a cheap but cozy apartment in Chinatown with rather spartan arrangements of a few pieces of furniture; the only thing of worth being his top-of-the-line computer that he pieced together and upgrades as needed. His daytime schedule was predictable for the most part. Other than work Exekiel would make himself attend some local singles functions to acquaint himself with society a bit, and at least once a week he would volunteer at the Lost Haven Home for the Elderly. His own grandparents were rather horrible people and died in a failed attempt to harness a demon from the Abyss. Despite that he always wondered what it would be like to have an older relative around who had lifetime of experience they could share. He tried to fill that aching void of family-ties by attending to the elderly and in-firmed of others. By allowing himself to be seen and considered a normal (if barely remarkable) functioning member of human society, the half-demon would remain hidden in plain sight.
At night, Exekiel would not sleep... just as Lost Haven does not sleep at night. The darker elements of crime rise up at this time, and he rises with them. Of course he doesn't abet and aide them... rather he hunts them and punishes them for invading his territory. As Predator, the half-demon terrorizes the night but he does so carefully and with great deliberation. At first, in his naivety, Predator took out whatever thug and gangster he could rend with his talons. He learned quickly that underlings were replaceable and that killing them only made their bosses paranoid and harder to track. As a result, he learned to listen, to stalk his prey slowly, and to savor the hunt. There was no satisfaction in a sloppy or unorganized kill. Exekiel always believed he was in harmony with his demonic self but there were times he felt that maybe he was slipping a little too deep into the Predator role. He killed off a few small time crews and cleared out some territory for himself. Occasionally, Predator would pin the crime on a rival gang so as to avoid suspicion. Eventually, he came across a few Meta crooks and found himself at odds with strange powers that temporarily threw him off the hunt. However, he was not easily put off by a few obstacles. He made special examples out of those who abused their powers to hurt and hinder the common people. He also found that killing them gave him a rather large boost in his power and allowed for quicker elevations to the next evolutionary stage.
All those years of careful hunting and discovery pre-dated the Meta explosion of heroes and villains that swarmed onto the scene of Lost Haven. It threw off Predator's hunt for a couple weeks, but soon he adapted once more to the helter skelter of new players on the field. The objective was the same even if the playing field was warped. Predator found himself stalking and spying for longer hours as he figured out the major power players that had changed the game up. It was only recently though that he found a couple names popping more and more often in the underworld.
"The Cowl. Shroud. The Cancer." rumbled Predator in his deep other-worldly growl as he stalked outside a particular warehouse on the wharf.
The people behind these names yielded no direct search results. It took several weeks of careful spying and stalking to obtain the information he wanted. Even then, it was greatly insufficient to serve his needs. Too many unknown variables surrounded these names. That was why he was going to slowly draw them out. Predator would start near the bottom of the chain. Clandestine and low key jobs that were easily disrupted if he picked off the right people. Tonight happened to be a night where one of those scheduled routines were to happen. The Cowl had his fingers in everything related to crime in Lost Haven and Predator wanted to see what it took to start pricking those digits. The massive creature slunk gracefully through the darkness and the intermittent shadows cast by powerful lights onto boxes and other obstructions. It was fairly easy to get inside the warehouse and he ignored any grunt that wasn't directly in his way. His target was in the offices near the rear of the building. Of course this part was more heavily guarded but guns meant nothing to the half-demon... not anymore. Despite that invulnerability, Predator did not want to alert his prey so he took to killing them softly. Not much of a sound was made as he blew out the lights above them; casting them into darkness. He worked quick and methodically. He left the bodies there. No one would see them in the darkness.
The blown out lights would eventually attract attention so Predator soundlessly vaulted up the stairs and sidled up to the office door. He listened in carefully for sounds and could hear the prey speaking oh so smoothly to whoever was on the phone.
"Listen. Let The Cowl know that even with the whole fiasco with the demons and the Meta flunkies, we've been on schedule without fail. Today's shipment will go without a hitch. No one in this town gives as s*** about the shipping ports and with all the hub bub surrounding these Metas we've pretty much got no one snooping around." soothed the man to his recipient with an almost greasy air like that of a loan shark.
Predator waited patiently as the man finished his call and then burst into the room with speed and power far greater than a normal human. There was no time for screaming. Massive scaled hands wrapped tightly around the middle-aged man's neck and applied the proper amount of strength to strangle him but not break his neck. The man's eyes popped out of his eyes in sheer terror as he looked upon a creature from the Abyss in rarely viewed majesty. Saliva dripped down jaws filled with rows of razor sharp teeth and burning red eyes glared at the prey beneath him. The prey's name was Jim Wilson. He was a criminal with a rap sheet as long as Predator's arm but the Shroud Syndicate's influence was strong indeed. Wilson served a very key role in the import and export of very very illegal things. He handled the contacts, the shipping manifestos, the bribery, and the thugs needed to keep the operation running smoothly. Tonight he would die in a rather cruel manner as he was forced to look upon his killer's horrific visage while his life slipped away. For Predator this method was least used but often the most prolific to him personally. To strangle someone to death was a very purposeful act. To hold your hands at another persons throat as they thrashed about for life and deny them that breath of salvation truly could not be mistaken as an accident.
"Hellfire and suffering awaits you my prey. I thank you for your contribution to my evolution." snarled the half-demon with a mocking sneer.
Jim Wilson died that night of forced asphyxiation and his office was stripped clean of both evidence of the killer and information on the illegal operation. The first prod at the massive underworld organization was made. Predator would now wait and observe.
Okay! Got a post for the Cowl and a post for War-Pulse. They are a little rusty, but I will probably edit them over the week. If anyone wants to get involved with the Cowl's crime wave, either by stopping a few crooks on the street, or hearing about the crime wave, or otherwise involving themselves in the Shroud's business, let me know! I also intend to message a few of you and see if anyone wants to work for the Cowl personally.
Also, I have another CS sheet on the way, hopefully I can cover a niche we don't have yet.
Yeah... I'm still reading up everything from the beginning to current so it'll take me some time before I'm ready to go in. However, once I do... Predator might om nom nom some of Cowl's crooks. Possibly.
Here's the repost. I apparently can't delete my own posts so I just emptied the one over in the character section.
Character you have created: Exekiel Law
Alias: Predator
Speech Color:
Human Form
Demon Form
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Secret
Character Personality:
Exekiel is very much an inconspicuous individual. He participates rather actively in his community and tends to hang around many different circles of people. Despite this he is pretty much a background character in most situations. Honestly, he only appears to be an active and involved member society and lacks any real close relationships to those around him. Exekiel seemingly exudes an aura of unobtrusiveness that allow even long time neighbors to easily bypass him on the street without recognition. He has a penchant for being very passive and lets most slights go with an almost graceful apathy as he views most conflicts to be due to miscommunication or not worth the effort. Humble and modest, he avoids the spotlight and strives almost exclusively to be just under extraordinary. This partly due to his character and partly due to his nature as a half demon of the Envy sub-type. Doomed to constantly envy others for their gifts and be endlessly overshadowed by their achievements.
In high stress situations, Exekiel will shed his passivity as his survival instincts will often kick in. While he will not take the lead, he will often take the best course of action that will allow him to walk out of the situation alive. However, it is when he goes into his demon form, Predator, that he will become aggressive and almost primal in nature. He relies more on instinct born of experience. While not cruel or malicious, Predator's reaction to force and intimidation is explosively violent and ruthless. He will often turn the tables on his enemies through use of fear and cunning as he switches from being the hunted to the hunter. Even in this form his top priority is survival and adaptation. If he is losing a battle, Predator does not see it as cowardly to escape and return later with a better plan. He may choose to extend mercy if he comes out victorious over his prey, but he is just as likely to kill them if he deems them too much of a threat to live.
Exekiel, and therefore Predator, walks the razor's edge of right and wrong. He strives to avoid too much publicity while staking out territory around the darker paths of Lost Haven and letting rumors float about of a monster that hunts for the evil in the night. Though he does not identify himself as a good guy, he does not agree with the criminal element nor does he care for those who seek to harm needlessly. As a result of these many factors, Exekiel lives a rather solitary life and is often consumed with loneliness. He accepts this painful disconnect from others as a necessary consequence.
Uniform/costume:
Predator has no costume or uniform. In fact most people would never see him in all his terrible majesty. His form is rather malleable and his evolutions often will lead to additions of features. Overall, his current form has him standing about 7 feet 8 inches when he straightens up completely. He has a shaggy platinum mane the reaches from his crown to midway down his back. His eyes burn red and seem to seethe with barely contained rage. Predator's face is distinctly reptilian with obviously draconian features. He has several rows of sharp teeth contained within powerful jaws. His scales cover him from head to toe and seem to blend into shadowy darkness.
Predator's two powerful long arms terminate in five wicked talons each with corded muscle winding up to his broad massive shoulders. A deep, wide chest narrows down to the waist sharply with clearly defined musculature. Two large spikes erupt out of his shoulder blades and curve out above his head on either side. Thick thighs just out from his pelvis and turn into inverted knees with 6 inch curved talons coming out from the backs of them. Wide sturdy toes terminate into yet more razor sharp talons that allow him to grip the ground firmly. Finally, he usually sports a thick tail that is usually about half as long as he is tall.
Origin Info/Details:
Exekiel was born of an unfortunate union between his unknown demonic father and his human mother, Aria Law. There was clearly no love in the relationship as the circumstances leading to his conception was not consensual. Aria was actually volunteered as a sacrifice to summon said demon by her own cultist father and mother at the sweet age of 17. It ended up in catastrophic bloodbath as the summoned demon was rather irate at being called forth yet again by cultists. It only spared the sacrificial girl because it saw an opportunity to sow discord and chaos through an avatar of sorts. The demon forced her to carry to term upon threatening to not only kill off her friends but using them as vessels instead if she didn't cooperate.
At first, Aria resented the half hell-spawn being carried by her, but she changed her mind once an extremely normal looking beautiful baby boy was born. He had her chocolate brown hair and her verdant green eyes and none of the demonic features she feared would be present. She knew that she could not allow her child to be corrupted by her demon captor. A rather quiet and obedient child even as a babe, not a sound was made as Aria escaped from her prison while a rather convenient confrontation occurred between a demon hunter, who had caught wind of the cultist massacre, and her captor,
Several years were spent on the run as Aria did her best to raise her child while looking for work to provide basic necessities. Despite her best efforts it was all for naught. The demon had found them when Exekiel was a mere 10 years of age. She died valiantly shielding her child from the infernal father. To an extent, Exekiel knew of his half blooded state because Aria though it best that he grew up knowing the burden that he naturally carries due to his father's influence. She wanted to prepare him for the eventuality in which is demonic heritage would manifest.
Exekiel's father would take over in educating the young boy on his heritage as well as his assumed destiny. The lessons were as harsh as they were intuitive. He found out that he was an Envy type demon; a sort of super soldier breed created to strengthen hell's army. Envy type demons were among the weakest breeds starting out, but would quickly surpass other types by leaps and bounds if given the opportunity. Resentment and vengeance kept Exekiel sharp and ready to strike his father when he least expected it. Though he couldn't kill his father since he was immortal, Exekiel weakened his father's physical form enough to force his banishment to hell.
Alone completely in a world that did not want him nor acknowledged his existence as real at times, Exekiel rebuilt some semblance of a life in Lost Haven. He chose to keep himself active in the world but separate from it still. He created Exekiel Law from various obscure official records that his mother gathered for his benefit. Ironically, his demon father also provided a hefty nest egg for him to draw on to build his pseudo life. Once his human life was set up, Exekiel started working on mastering his demonic powers. He would not allow something so banal as blood heritage to control his destiny. He would definitely wreak havoc on the world, but it would be on his terms and to those of his choosing.
Seeing the unfortunate difficulties that his mother had to suffer through in the poorer places around town, Exekiel determined that he would reign in the darkness around town. He would make the underworld quake in fear for their lives. For the monsters that stalked and hunted the downtrodden people would soon find that they are no longer the apex predators. Hell itself will open for the criminal element and consume them. As a hunter once said, "Even monsters can be made to fear."
Hero Type:
Supernatural
Power Level:
B. City Level
Powers:
Shape-shifting - Predator can adjust his height, weight, mass, and physical characteristics to anything up to 3 times larger or smaller than him. This includes inanimate objects as well as living beings. However, if he wishes to function as said inanimate object, he needs an in-depth understanding of it. For example, Predator can appear in the likeness of a gun, but without proper understanding of the mechanisms that allow the gun to function, some random person couldn't pick him up and fire him as such. This is not applicable to humans but extraterrestrials as well as relatively obscure or unknown creatures will also suffer this lack of detail. This skill can also be used to add limbs and appendages as needed; such as wings, a tail, horns, etc.
Regeneration - Predator is rather difficult to injure at this point in his evolution. However, for the many possible occasions where someone or something proves capable of damaging him, he falls back on his regenerative capabilities. This particular aspect of his powers is still developing and is rather dependent on his Life Drain power currently.
Life Drain - Predator naturally absorbs life energy from the creatures around him. This can be reduced or even turned off in order to avoid harming those around him. This life drain is impartial to any life form. If they are alive or are emitting life-like energy, it will feed into Predator's power.This power is collected and then used to aid in his evolution to the next level. Predator may choose to consciously use this power to drain defeated opponents rapidly to force himself into the next evolutionary cycle. Though it is rarely lethal, Predator can literally suck the life out of a person if they are incapacitated and weak. This also feeds into his regeneration.
Enhanced Senses - Predator can see in the dark as if it were day and is particularly sharp like an eagle. His sense of smell is strong enough to track someone up to a mile away. His hearing is specially selective and allows him to filter out certain sounds in his brain as less imperative to process. The process is comparable to tuning a radio for certain frequencies. He additionally has an extra sense that allows him to notice when he is being watched or focused on.
Hellfire - Predator can conjure and use to extreme prejudice the mythical powers of his demonic heritage. Hellfire traditionally appears as a particularly ever-burning fire that cannot be extinguished by normal means. However, with some willpower and imagination, Hellfire can be manipulated into something more than a slightly more effective fireball or infernal flamethrower. As a result, Predator can create flame walls, flame fists, and even concentrate it into a deadly demonic beam of high energy.
Infernal Scales - Many demons have tough hides that deflect normal blades and mundane weapons. Predator's skin and subsequently his body toughens as he continues to adapt and evolve. Theoretically, his body can eventually evolve to the point where he would be able to withstand even a nuclear strike. That is if he manages to survive that long. At the moment, he can shrug off bombs and even magical attacks to some extent. Bullets, fire, and mundane weapons have no effect on him.
Evolution - Predator is an ever evolving and changing demon of the Envy sub-type. As he encounters new situations, he makes small adjustments to his form and skill set to adapt and survive. Every so often, he will enter a cocoon-like stasis where all of his experiences and knowledge gained since his last evolution will be accumulated and mixed with the power he gained through his successful conquests. From anywhere between a full day and several days, Predator's entire being will undergo vast improvements to better suit his future encounters. Once the metamorphosis is complete, he will emerge more powerful and superior to his old form. Though Predator prefers to not take too many unique traits from other beings, he may adapt or mimic certain powers he manages to gain an understanding of or research thoroughly. This won't let him master space time or cast magic or suddenly be able to use psychic powers, but he can gain new heightened senses or adapt to harsher environments. It would also allow him to develop resistances to new attacks.
Attributes:
Strength Level: 50 Tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 70 MPH
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 4 Hours
Agility: 10X
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: Average
Weaknesses: Generally, artifacts designed to indiscriminately target demonic entities or have broad interpretations of evil tend to affect Predator. In his human form the effects are reduced to an extent but will still hold sway over him. Since he is half demon, he is mortal and subject to death. Time will eventually claim him if nothing else. All other weaknesses will only remain so until he evolves past them. Divine energies will always be the most effective method of attack against him even if he manages to somehow gain some resistance through evolution. Predator also experiences various degrees of discomfort near holy relics and sanctuaries.
Supporting Characters: Exekiel doesn't enjoy the luxury of having friends and family.
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yes
Sample Post:
There was no reprieve tonight. Exekiel's soul was heavy with grief and weariness as he came across yet another casualty of the gang war that was raging across the streets. Turf wars were not unusual in this part of town and it wasn't uncommon for a bystander to get caught up in it by chance. This time it was a young boy.
"Can't have been more than 10 or 11 years old..." murmured Predator as his massive frame was hunched over the child's body.
The half demon did not deign to touch the corpse of that unfortunate extinguished life. He had no power over the dead and he could not heal the wounded. Even if the child somehow survived it was unlikely he'd receive medical help in the middle of a turf war this intense. Paramedics were brave not suicidal. Predator raised his massive head and inhaled the muggy night air deeply. His mind sorted the various scents that flooded his advance olfactory senses.
"Gun powder, blood, gasoline, wine, beer, excrement, urine..." thought out the demonic hunter as he cataloged each individual scent and determined roughly how far away they originated.
Predator took one last glance at the departed child and huffed in frustration. So called heroes fight their designated evil foes. The real evil was far more ephemeral and pervasive. It consumed good men and women and turned them into thugs and drug addicts. Tonight would be a long one and the next night after that. It was lucky that he required so little sleep and rest. Those he hunted would not be so lucky. He melted into the shadows and loped off after the nearest gun fight raging over a few blocks to the west. He wasn't interested in small prey this time. The street soldiers were expendable fodder in the greater scheme of things. He needed the Jefes. The Capos. They obviously chose to show up personally this time. He would make an example of them. The Monsters who hid amidst humans.
"It's time to expand my territory." declared Predator in his deep gravelly voice tinged with something otherworldly.
A soul chilling roar, filled with rage and a promise of great suffering, tore through the night like a jagged knife. Gangbangers dropped to the ground as they suddenly felt terror unlike anything they'd ever imagined rip through them. Hardened men who spent years in prison and killed men for trifles felt their blood run cold at the thought of meeting whatever managed to produce such a sound. The demon was out to reap souls in abundance this night. Monsters would be made to fear.
Character you have created: Exekiel Law
Alias: Predator
Speech Color:
Human Form
Demon Form
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Secret
Character Personality:
Exekiel is very much an inconspicuous individual. He participates rather actively in his community and tends to hang around many different circles of people. Despite this he is pretty much a background character in most situations. Honestly, he only appears to be an active and involved member society and lacks any real close relationships to those around him. Exekiel seemingly exudes an aura of unobtrusiveness that allow even long time neighbors to easily bypass him on the street without recognition. He has a penchant for being very passive and lets most slights go with an almost graceful apathy as he views most conflicts to be due to miscommunication or not worth the effort. Humble and modest, he avoids the spotlight and strives almost exclusively to be just under extraordinary. This partly due to his character and partly due to his nature as a half demon of the Envy sub-type. Doomed to constantly envy others for their gifts and be endlessly overshadowed by their achievements.
In high stress situations, Exekiel will shed his passivity as his survival instincts will often kick in. While he will not take the lead, he will often take the best course of action that will allow him to walk out of the situation alive. However, it is when he goes into his demon form, Predator, that he will become aggressive and almost primal in nature. He relies more on instinct born of experience. While not cruel or malicious, Predator's reaction to force and intimidation is explosively violent and ruthless. He will often turn the tables on his enemies through use of fear and cunning as he switches from being the hunted to the hunter. Even in this form his top priority is survival and adaptation. If he is losing a battle, Predator does not see it as cowardly to escape and return later with a better plan. He may choose to extend mercy if he comes out victorious over his prey, but he is just as likely to kill them if he deems them too much of a threat to live.
Exekiel, and therefore Predator, walks the razor's edge of right and wrong. He strives to avoid too much publicity while staking out territory around the darker paths of Lost Haven and letting rumors float about of a monster that hunts for the evil in the night. Though he does not identify himself as a good guy, he does not agree with the criminal element nor does he care for those who seek to harm needlessly. As a result of these many factors, Exekiel lives a rather solitary life and is often consumed with loneliness. He accepts this painful disconnect from others as a necessary consequence.
Uniform/costume:
Predator has no costume or uniform. In fact most people would never see him in all his terrible majesty. His form is rather malleable and his evolutions often will lead to additions of features. Overall, his current form has him standing about 7 feet 8 inches when he straightens up completely. He has a shaggy platinum mane the reaches from his crown to midway down his back. His eyes burn red and seem to seethe with barely contained rage. Predator's face is distinctly reptilian with obviously draconian features. He has several rows of sharp teeth contained within powerful jaws. His scales cover him from head to toe and seem to blend into shadowy darkness.
Predator's two powerful long arms terminate in five wicked talons each with corded muscle winding up to his broad massive shoulders. A deep, wide chest narrows down to the waist sharply with clearly defined musculature. Two large spikes erupt out of his shoulder blades and curve out above his head on either side. Thick thighs just out from his pelvis and turn into inverted knees with 6 inch curved talons coming out from the backs of them. Wide sturdy toes terminate into yet more razor sharp talons that allow him to grip the ground firmly. Finally, he usually sports a thick tail that is usually about half as long as he is tall.
Origin Info/Details:
Exekiel was born of an unfortunate union between his unknown demonic father and his human mother, Aria Law. There was clearly no love in the relationship as the circumstances leading to his conception was not consensual. Aria was actually volunteered as a sacrifice to summon said demon by her own cultist father and mother at the sweet age of 17. It ended up in catastrophic bloodbath as the summoned demon was rather irate at being called forth yet again by cultists. It only spared the sacrificial girl because it saw an opportunity to sow discord and chaos through an avatar of sorts. The demon forced her to carry to term upon threatening to not only kill off her friends but using them as vessels instead if she didn't cooperate.
At first, Aria resented the half hell-spawn being carried by her, but she changed her mind once an extremely normal looking beautiful baby boy was born. He had her chocolate brown hair and her verdant green eyes and none of the demonic features she feared would be present. She knew that she could not allow her child to be corrupted by her demon captor. A rather quiet and obedient child even as a babe, not a sound was made as Aria escaped from her prison while a rather convenient confrontation occurred between a demon hunter, who had caught wind of the cultist massacre, and her captor,
Several years were spent on the run as Aria did her best to raise her child while looking for work to provide basic necessities. Despite her best efforts it was all for naught. The demon had found them when Exekiel was a mere 10 years of age. She died valiantly shielding her child from the infernal father. To an extent, Exekiel knew of his half blooded state because Aria though it best that he grew up knowing the burden that he naturally carries due to his father's influence. She wanted to prepare him for the eventuality in which is demonic heritage would manifest.
Exekiel's father would take over in educating the young boy on his heritage as well as his assumed destiny. The lessons were as harsh as they were intuitive. He found out that he was an Envy type demon; a sort of super soldier breed created to strengthen hell's army. Envy type demons were among the weakest breeds starting out, but would quickly surpass other types by leaps and bounds if given the opportunity. Resentment and vengeance kept Exekiel sharp and ready to strike his father when he least expected it. Though he couldn't kill his father since he was immortal, Exekiel weakened his father's physical form enough to force his banishment to hell.
Alone completely in a world that did not want him nor acknowledged his existence as real at times, Exekiel rebuilt some semblance of a life in Lost Haven. He chose to keep himself active in the world but separate from it still. He created Exekiel Law from various obscure official records that his mother gathered for his benefit. Ironically, his demon father also provided a hefty nest egg for him to draw on to build his pseudo life. Once his human life was set up, Exekiel started working on mastering his demonic powers. He would not allow something so banal as blood heritage to control his destiny. He would definitely wreak havoc on the world, but it would be on his terms and to those of his choosing.
Seeing the unfortunate difficulties that his mother had to suffer through in the poorer places around town, Exekiel determined that he would reign in the darkness around town. He would make the underworld quake in fear for their lives. For the monsters that stalked and hunted the downtrodden people would soon find that they are no longer the apex predators. Hell itself will open for the criminal element and consume them. As a hunter once said, "Even monsters can be made to fear."
Hero Type:
Supernatural
Power Level:
B. City Level
Powers:
Shape-shifting - Predator can adjust his height, weight, mass, and physical characteristics to anything up to 3 times larger or smaller than him. This includes inanimate objects as well as living beings. However, if he wishes to function as said inanimate object, he needs an in-depth understanding of it. For example, Predator can appear in the likeness of a gun, but without proper understanding of the mechanisms that allow the gun to function, some random person couldn't pick him up and fire him as such. This is not applicable to humans but extraterrestrials as well as relatively obscure or unknown creatures will also suffer this lack of detail. This skill can also be used to add limbs and appendages as needed; such as wings, a tail, horns, etc.
Regeneration - Predator is rather difficult to injure at this point in his evolution. However, for the many possible occasions where someone or something proves capable of damaging him, he falls back on his regenerative capabilities. This particular aspect of his powers is still developing and is rather dependent on his Life Drain power currently.
Life Drain - Predator naturally absorbs life energy from the creatures around him. This can be reduced or even turned off in order to avoid harming those around him. This life drain is impartial to any life form. If they are alive or are emitting life-like energy, it will feed into Predator's power.This power is collected and then used to aid in his evolution to the next level. Predator may choose to consciously use this power to drain defeated opponents rapidly to force himself into the next evolutionary cycle. Though it is rarely lethal, Predator can literally suck the life out of a person if they are incapacitated and weak. This also feeds into his regeneration.
Enhanced Senses - Predator can see in the dark as if it were day and is particularly sharp like an eagle. His sense of smell is strong enough to track someone up to a mile away. His hearing is specially selective and allows him to filter out certain sounds in his brain as less imperative to process. The process is comparable to tuning a radio for certain frequencies. He additionally has an extra sense that allows him to notice when he is being watched or focused on.
Hellfire - Predator can conjure and use to extreme prejudice the mythical powers of his demonic heritage. Hellfire traditionally appears as a particularly ever-burning fire that cannot be extinguished by normal means. However, with some willpower and imagination, Hellfire can be manipulated into something more than a slightly more effective fireball or infernal flamethrower. As a result, Predator can create flame walls, flame fists, and even concentrate it into a deadly demonic beam of high energy.
Infernal Scales - Many demons have tough hides that deflect normal blades and mundane weapons. Predator's skin and subsequently his body toughens as he continues to adapt and evolve. Theoretically, his body can eventually evolve to the point where he would be able to withstand even a nuclear strike. That is if he manages to survive that long. At the moment, he can shrug off bombs and even magical attacks to some extent. Bullets, fire, and mundane weapons have no effect on him.
Evolution - Predator is an ever evolving and changing demon of the Envy sub-type. As he encounters new situations, he makes small adjustments to his form and skill set to adapt and survive. Every so often, he will enter a cocoon-like stasis where all of his experiences and knowledge gained since his last evolution will be accumulated and mixed with the power he gained through his successful conquests. From anywhere between a full day and several days, Predator's entire being will undergo vast improvements to better suit his future encounters. Once the metamorphosis is complete, he will emerge more powerful and superior to his old form. Though Predator prefers to not take too many unique traits from other beings, he may adapt or mimic certain powers he manages to gain an understanding of or research thoroughly. This won't let him master space time or cast magic or suddenly be able to use psychic powers, but he can gain new heightened senses or adapt to harsher environments. It would also allow him to develop resistances to new attacks.
Attributes:
Strength Level: 50 Tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 70 MPH
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 4 Hours
Agility: 10X
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: Average
Weaknesses: Generally, artifacts designed to indiscriminately target demonic entities or have broad interpretations of evil tend to affect Predator. In his human form the effects are reduced to an extent but will still hold sway over him. Since he is half demon, he is mortal and subject to death. Time will eventually claim him if nothing else. All other weaknesses will only remain so until he evolves past them. Divine energies will always be the most effective method of attack against him even if he manages to somehow gain some resistance through evolution. Predator also experiences various degrees of discomfort near holy relics and sanctuaries.
Supporting Characters: Exekiel doesn't enjoy the luxury of having friends and family.
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Sample Post:
There was no reprieve tonight. Exekiel's soul was heavy with grief and weariness as he came across yet another casualty of the gang war that was raging across the streets. Turf wars were not unusual in this part of town and it wasn't uncommon for a bystander to get caught up in it by chance. This time it was a young boy.
"Can't have been more than 10 or 11 years old..." murmured Predator as his massive frame was hunched over the child's body.
The half demon did not deign to touch the corpse of that unfortunate extinguished life. He had no power over the dead and he could not heal the wounded. Even if the child somehow survived it was unlikely he'd receive medical help in the middle of a turf war this intense. Paramedics were brave not suicidal. Predator raised his massive head and inhaled the muggy night air deeply. His mind sorted the various scents that flooded his advance olfactory senses.
"Gun powder, blood, gasoline, wine, beer, excrement, urine..." thought out the demonic hunter as he cataloged each individual scent and determined roughly how far away they originated.
Predator took one last glance at the departed child and huffed in frustration. So called heroes fight their designated evil foes. The real evil was far more ephemeral and pervasive. It consumed good men and women and turned them into thugs and drug addicts. Tonight would be a long one and the next night after that. It was lucky that he required so little sleep and rest. Those he hunted would not be so lucky. He melted into the shadows and loped off after the nearest gun fight raging over a few blocks to the west. He wasn't interested in small prey this time. The street soldiers were expendable fodder in the greater scheme of things. He needed the Jefes. The Capos. They obviously chose to show up personally this time. He would make an example of them. The Monsters who hid amidst humans.
"It's time to expand my territory." declared Predator in his deep gravelly voice tinged with something otherworldly.
A soul chilling roar, filled with rage and a promise of great suffering, tore through the night like a jagged knife. Gangbangers dropped to the ground as they suddenly felt terror unlike anything they'd ever imagined rip through them. Hardened men who spent years in prison and killed men for trifles felt their blood run cold at the thought of meeting whatever managed to produce such a sound. The demon was out to reap souls in abundance this night. Monsters would be made to fear.
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I placed my character for review in the character section. I don't know if that was a mistake but let me know if I need to post it here for your perusal.
Character you have created: Exekiel Law
Alias: Predator
Speech Color:
Human Form
Demon Form
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Secret
Character Personality:
Exekiel is very much an inconspicuous individual. He participates rather actively in his community and tends to hang around many different circles of people. Despite this he is pretty much a background character in most situations. Honestly, he only appears to be an active and involved member society and lacks any real close relationships to those around him. Exekiel seemingly exudes an aura of unobtrusiveness that allow even long time neighbors to easily bypass him on the street without recognition. He has a penchant for being very passive and lets most slights go with an almost graceful apathy as he views most conflicts to be due to miscommunication or not worth the effort. Humble and modest, he avoids the spotlight and strives almost exclusively to be just under extraordinary. This partly due to his character and partly due to his nature as a half demon of the Envy sub-type. Doomed to constantly envy others for their gifts and be endlessly overshadowed by their achievements.
In high stress situations, Exekiel will shed his passivity as his survival instincts will often kick in. While he will not take the lead, he will often take the best course of action that will allow him to walk out of the situation alive. However, it is when he goes into his demon form, Predator, that he will become aggressive and almost primal in nature. He relies more on instinct born of experience. While not cruel or malicious, Predator's reaction to force and intimidation is explosively violent and ruthless. He will often turn the tables on his enemies through use of fear and cunning as he switches from being the hunted to the hunter. Even in this form his top priority is survival and adaptation. If he is losing a battle, Predator does not see it as cowardly to escape and return later with a better plan. He may choose to extend mercy if he comes out victorious over his prey, but he is just as likely to kill them if he deems them too much of a threat to live.
Exekiel, and therefore Predator, walks the razor's edge of right and wrong. He strives to avoid too much publicity while staking out territory around the darker paths of Lost Haven and letting rumors float about of a monster that hunts for the evil in the night. Though he does not identify himself as a good guy, he does not agree with the criminal element nor does he care for those who seek to harm needlessly. As a result of these many factors, Exekiel lives a rather solitary life and is often consumed with loneliness. He accepts this painful disconnect from others as a necessary consequence.
Uniform/costume:
Predator has no costume or uniform. In fact most people would never see him in all his terrible majesty. His form is rather malleable and his evolutions often will lead to additions of features. Overall, his current form has him standing about 7 feet 8 inches when he straightens up completely. He has a shaggy platinum mane the reaches from his crown to midway down his back. His eyes burn red and seem to seethe with barely contained rage. Predator's face is distinctly reptilian with obviously draconian features. He has several rows of sharp teeth contained within powerful jaws. His scales cover him from head to toe and seem to blend into shadowy darkness.
Predator's two powerful long arms terminate in five wicked talons each with corded muscle winding up to his broad massive shoulders. A deep, wide chest narrows down to the waist sharply with clearly defined musculature. Two large spikes erupt out of his shoulder blades and curve out above his head on either side. Thick thighs just out from his pelvis and turn into inverted knees with 6 inch curved talons coming out from the backs of them. Wide sturdy toes terminate into yet more razor sharp talons that allow him to grip the ground firmly. Finally, he usually sports a thick tail that is usually about half as long as he is tall.
Origin Info/Details:
Exekiel was born of an unfortunate union between his unknown demonic father and his human mother, Aria Law. There was clearly no love in the relationship as the circumstances leading to his conception was not consensual. Aria was actually volunteered as a sacrifice to summon said demon by her own cultist father and mother at the sweet age of 17. It ended up in catastrophic bloodbath as the summoned demon was rather irate at being called forth yet again by cultists. It only spared the sacrificial girl because it saw an opportunity to sow discord and chaos through an avatar of sorts. The demon forced her to carry to term upon threatening to not only kill off her friends but using them as vessels instead if she didn't cooperate.
At first, Aria resented the half hell-spawn being carried by her, but she changed her mind once an extremely normal looking beautiful baby boy was born. He had her chocolate brown hair and her verdant green eyes and none of the demonic features she feared would be present. She knew that she could not allow her child to be corrupted by her demon captor. A rather quiet and obedient child even as a babe, not a sound was made as Aria escaped from her prison while a rather convenient confrontation occurred between a demon hunter, who had caught wind of the cultist massacre, and her captor,
Several years were spent on the run as Aria did her best to raise her child while looking for work to provide basic necessities. Despite her best efforts it was all for naught. The demon had found them when Exekiel was a mere 10 years of age. She died valiantly shielding her child from the infernal father. To an extent, Exekiel knew of his half blooded state because Aria though it best that he grew up knowing the burden that he naturally carries due to his father's influence. She wanted to prepare him for the eventuality in which is demonic heritage would manifest.
Exekiel's father would take over in educating the young boy on his heritage as well as his assumed destiny. The lessons were as harsh as they were intuitive. He found out that he was an Envy type demon; a sort of super soldier breed created to strengthen hell's army. Envy type demons were among the weakest breeds starting out, but would quickly surpass other types by leaps and bounds if given the opportunity. Resentment and vengeance kept Exekiel sharp and ready to strike his father when he least expected it. Though he couldn't kill his father since he was immortal, Exekiel weakened his father's physical form enough to force his banishment to hell.
Alone completely in a world that did not want him nor acknowledged his existence as real at times, Exekiel rebuilt some semblance of a life in Lost Haven. He chose to keep himself active in the world but separate from it still. He created Exekiel Law from various obscure official records that his mother gathered for his benefit. Ironically, his demon father also provided a hefty nest egg for him to draw on to build his pseudo life. Once his human life was set up, Exekiel started working on mastering his demonic powers. He would not allow something so banal as blood heritage to control his destiny. He would definitely wreak havoc on the world, but it would be on his terms and to those of his choosing.
Seeing the unfortunate difficulties that his mother had to suffer through in the poorer places around town, Exekiel determined that he would reign in the darkness around town. He would make the underworld quake in fear for their lives. For the monsters that stalked and hunted the downtrodden people would soon find that they are no longer the apex predators. Hell itself will open for the criminal element and consume them. As a hunter once said, "Even monsters can be made to fear."
Hero Type:
Supernatural
Power Level:
B. City Level
Powers:
Shape-shifting - Predator can adjust his height, weight, mass, and physical characteristics to anything up to 3 times larger or smaller than him. This includes inanimate objects as well as living beings. However, if he wishes to function as said inanimate object, he needs an in-depth understanding of it. For example, Predator can appear in the likeness of a gun, but without proper understanding of the mechanisms that allow the gun to function, some random person couldn't pick him up and fire him as such. This is not applicable to humans but extraterrestrials as well as relatively obscure or unknown creatures will also suffer this lack of detail. This skill can also be used to add limbs and appendages as needed; such as wings, a tail, horns, etc.
Regeneration - Predator is rather difficult to injure at this point in his evolution. However, for the many possible occasions where someone or something proves capable of damaging him, he falls back on his regenerative capabilities. This particular aspect of his powers is still developing and is rather dependent on his Life Drain power currently.
Life Drain - Predator naturally absorbs life energy from the creatures around him. This can be reduced or even turned off in order to avoid harming those around him. This life drain is impartial to any life form. If they are alive or are emitting life-like energy, it will feed into Predator's power.This power is collected and then used to aid in his evolution to the next level. Predator may choose to consciously use this power to drain defeated opponents rapidly to force himself into the next evolutionary cycle. Though it is rarely lethal, Predator can literally suck the life out of a person if they are incapacitated and weak. This also feeds into his regeneration.
Enhanced Senses - Predator can see in the dark as if it were day and is particularly sharp like an eagle. His sense of smell is strong enough to track someone up to a mile away. His hearing is specially selective and allows him to filter out certain sounds in his brain as less imperative to process. The process is comparable to tuning a radio for certain frequencies. He additionally has an extra sense that allows him to notice when he is being watched or focused on.
Hellfire - Predator can conjure and use to extreme prejudice the mythical powers of his demonic heritage. Hellfire traditionally appears as a particularly ever-burning fire that cannot be extinguished by normal means. However, with some willpower and imagination, Hellfire can be manipulated into something more than a slightly more effective fireball or infernal flamethrower. As a result, Predator can create flame walls, flame fists, and even concentrate it into a deadly demonic beam of high energy.
Infernal Scales - Many demons have tough hides that deflect normal blades and mundane weapons. Predator's skin and subsequently his body toughens as he continues to adapt and evolve. Theoretically, his body can eventually evolve to the point where he would be able to withstand even a nuclear strike. That is if he manages to survive that long. At the moment, he can shrug off bombs and even magical attacks to some extent. Bullets, fire, and mundane weapons have no effect on him.
Evolution - Predator is an ever evolving and changing demon of the Envy sub-type. As he encounters new situations, he makes small adjustments to his form and skill set to adapt and survive. Every so often, he will enter a cocoon-like stasis where all of his experiences and knowledge gained since his last evolution will be accumulated and mixed with the power he gained through his successful conquests. From anywhere between a full day and several days, Predator's entire being will undergo vast improvements to better suit his future encounters. Once the metamorphosis is complete, he will emerge more powerful and superior to his old form. Though Predator prefers to not take too many unique traits from other beings, he may adapt or mimic certain powers he manages to gain an understanding of or research thoroughly. This won't let him master space time or cast magic or suddenly be able to use psychic powers, but he can gain new heightened senses or adapt to harsher environments. It would also allow him to develop resistances to new attacks.
Attributes:
Strength Level: 50 Tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 70 MPH
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 4 Hours
Agility: 10X
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: Average
Weaknesses: Generally, artifacts designed to indiscriminately target demonic entities or have broad interpretations of evil tend to affect Predator. In his human form the effects are reduced to an extent but will still hold sway over him. Since he is half demon, he is mortal and subject to death. Time will eventually claim him if nothing else. All other weaknesses will only remain so until he evolves past them. Divine energies will always be the most effective method of attack against him even if he manages to somehow gain some resistance through evolution. Predator also experiences various degrees of discomfort near holy relics and sanctuaries.
Supporting Characters: Exekiel doesn't enjoy the luxury of having friends and family.
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Sample Post:
There was no reprieve tonight. Exekiel's soul was heavy with grief and weariness as he came across yet another casualty of the gang war that was raging across the streets. Turf wars were not unusual in this part of town and it wasn't uncommon for a bystander to get caught up in it by chance. This time it was a young boy.
"Can't have been more than 10 or 11 years old..." murmured Predator as his massive frame was hunched over the child's body.
The half demon did not deign to touch the corpse of that unfortunate extinguished life. He had no power over the dead and he could not heal the wounded. Even if the child somehow survived it was unlikely he'd receive medical help in the middle of a turf war this intense. Paramedics were brave not suicidal. Predator raised his massive head and inhaled the muggy night air deeply. His mind sorted the various scents that flooded his advance olfactory senses.
"Gun powder, blood, gasoline, wine, beer, excrement, urine..." thought out the demonic hunter as he cataloged each individual scent and determined roughly how far away they originated.
Predator took one last glance at the departed child and huffed in frustration. So called heroes fight their designated evil foes. The real evil was far more ephemeral and pervasive. It consumed good men and women and turned them into thugs and drug addicts. Tonight would be a long one and the next night after that. It was lucky that he required so little sleep and rest. Those he hunted would not be so lucky. He melted into the shadows and loped off after the nearest gun fight raging over a few blocks to the west. He wasn't interested in small prey this time. The street soldiers were expendable fodder in the greater scheme of things. He needed the Jefes. The Capos. They obviously chose to show up personally this time. He would make an example of them. The Monsters who hid amidst humans.
"It's time to expand my territory." declared Predator in his deep gravelly voice tinged with something otherworldly.
A soul chilling roar, filled with rage and a promise of great suffering, tore through the night like a jagged knife. Gangbangers dropped to the ground as they suddenly felt terror unlike anything they'd ever imagined rip through them. Hardened men who spent years in prison and killed men for trifles felt their blood run cold at the thought of meeting whatever managed to produce such a sound. The demon was out to reap souls in abundance this night. Monsters would be made to fear.
Alias: Predator
Speech Color:
Human Form
Demon Form
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Secret
Character Personality:
Exekiel is very much an inconspicuous individual. He participates rather actively in his community and tends to hang around many different circles of people. Despite this he is pretty much a background character in most situations. Honestly, he only appears to be an active and involved member society and lacks any real close relationships to those around him. Exekiel seemingly exudes an aura of unobtrusiveness that allow even long time neighbors to easily bypass him on the street without recognition. He has a penchant for being very passive and lets most slights go with an almost graceful apathy as he views most conflicts to be due to miscommunication or not worth the effort. Humble and modest, he avoids the spotlight and strives almost exclusively to be just under extraordinary. This partly due to his character and partly due to his nature as a half demon of the Envy sub-type. Doomed to constantly envy others for their gifts and be endlessly overshadowed by their achievements.
In high stress situations, Exekiel will shed his passivity as his survival instincts will often kick in. While he will not take the lead, he will often take the best course of action that will allow him to walk out of the situation alive. However, it is when he goes into his demon form, Predator, that he will become aggressive and almost primal in nature. He relies more on instinct born of experience. While not cruel or malicious, Predator's reaction to force and intimidation is explosively violent and ruthless. He will often turn the tables on his enemies through use of fear and cunning as he switches from being the hunted to the hunter. Even in this form his top priority is survival and adaptation. If he is losing a battle, Predator does not see it as cowardly to escape and return later with a better plan. He may choose to extend mercy if he comes out victorious over his prey, but he is just as likely to kill them if he deems them too much of a threat to live.
Exekiel, and therefore Predator, walks the razor's edge of right and wrong. He strives to avoid too much publicity while staking out territory around the darker paths of Lost Haven and letting rumors float about of a monster that hunts for the evil in the night. Though he does not identify himself as a good guy, he does not agree with the criminal element nor does he care for those who seek to harm needlessly. As a result of these many factors, Exekiel lives a rather solitary life and is often consumed with loneliness. He accepts this painful disconnect from others as a necessary consequence.
Uniform/costume:
Predator has no costume or uniform. In fact most people would never see him in all his terrible majesty. His form is rather malleable and his evolutions often will lead to additions of features. Overall, his current form has him standing about 7 feet 8 inches when he straightens up completely. He has a shaggy platinum mane the reaches from his crown to midway down his back. His eyes burn red and seem to seethe with barely contained rage. Predator's face is distinctly reptilian with obviously draconian features. He has several rows of sharp teeth contained within powerful jaws. His scales cover him from head to toe and seem to blend into shadowy darkness.
Predator's two powerful long arms terminate in five wicked talons each with corded muscle winding up to his broad massive shoulders. A deep, wide chest narrows down to the waist sharply with clearly defined musculature. Two large spikes erupt out of his shoulder blades and curve out above his head on either side. Thick thighs just out from his pelvis and turn into inverted knees with 6 inch curved talons coming out from the backs of them. Wide sturdy toes terminate into yet more razor sharp talons that allow him to grip the ground firmly. Finally, he usually sports a thick tail that is usually about half as long as he is tall.
Origin Info/Details:
Exekiel was born of an unfortunate union between his unknown demonic father and his human mother, Aria Law. There was clearly no love in the relationship as the circumstances leading to his conception was not consensual. Aria was actually volunteered as a sacrifice to summon said demon by her own cultist father and mother at the sweet age of 17. It ended up in catastrophic bloodbath as the summoned demon was rather irate at being called forth yet again by cultists. It only spared the sacrificial girl because it saw an opportunity to sow discord and chaos through an avatar of sorts. The demon forced her to carry to term upon threatening to not only kill off her friends but using them as vessels instead if she didn't cooperate.
At first, Aria resented the half hell-spawn being carried by her, but she changed her mind once an extremely normal looking beautiful baby boy was born. He had her chocolate brown hair and her verdant green eyes and none of the demonic features she feared would be present. She knew that she could not allow her child to be corrupted by her demon captor. A rather quiet and obedient child even as a babe, not a sound was made as Aria escaped from her prison while a rather convenient confrontation occurred between a demon hunter, who had caught wind of the cultist massacre, and her captor,
Several years were spent on the run as Aria did her best to raise her child while looking for work to provide basic necessities. Despite her best efforts it was all for naught. The demon had found them when Exekiel was a mere 10 years of age. She died valiantly shielding her child from the infernal father. To an extent, Exekiel knew of his half blooded state because Aria though it best that he grew up knowing the burden that he naturally carries due to his father's influence. She wanted to prepare him for the eventuality in which is demonic heritage would manifest.
Exekiel's father would take over in educating the young boy on his heritage as well as his assumed destiny. The lessons were as harsh as they were intuitive. He found out that he was an Envy type demon; a sort of super soldier breed created to strengthen hell's army. Envy type demons were among the weakest breeds starting out, but would quickly surpass other types by leaps and bounds if given the opportunity. Resentment and vengeance kept Exekiel sharp and ready to strike his father when he least expected it. Though he couldn't kill his father since he was immortal, Exekiel weakened his father's physical form enough to force his banishment to hell.
Alone completely in a world that did not want him nor acknowledged his existence as real at times, Exekiel rebuilt some semblance of a life in Lost Haven. He chose to keep himself active in the world but separate from it still. He created Exekiel Law from various obscure official records that his mother gathered for his benefit. Ironically, his demon father also provided a hefty nest egg for him to draw on to build his pseudo life. Once his human life was set up, Exekiel started working on mastering his demonic powers. He would not allow something so banal as blood heritage to control his destiny. He would definitely wreak havoc on the world, but it would be on his terms and to those of his choosing.
Seeing the unfortunate difficulties that his mother had to suffer through in the poorer places around town, Exekiel determined that he would reign in the darkness around town. He would make the underworld quake in fear for their lives. For the monsters that stalked and hunted the downtrodden people would soon find that they are no longer the apex predators. Hell itself will open for the criminal element and consume them. As a hunter once said, "Even monsters can be made to fear."
Hero Type:
Supernatural
Power Level:
B. City Level
Powers:
Shape-shifting - Predator can adjust his height, weight, mass, and physical characteristics to anything up to 3 times larger or smaller than him. This includes inanimate objects as well as living beings. However, if he wishes to function as said inanimate object, he needs an in-depth understanding of it. For example, Predator can appear in the likeness of a gun, but without proper understanding of the mechanisms that allow the gun to function, some random person couldn't pick him up and fire him as such. This is not applicable to humans but extraterrestrials as well as relatively obscure or unknown creatures will also suffer this lack of detail. This skill can also be used to add limbs and appendages as needed; such as wings, a tail, horns, etc.
Regeneration - Predator is rather difficult to injure at this point in his evolution. However, for the many possible occasions where someone or something proves capable of damaging him, he falls back on his regenerative capabilities. This particular aspect of his powers is still developing and is rather dependent on his Life Drain power currently.
Life Drain - Predator naturally absorbs life energy from the creatures around him. This can be reduced or even turned off in order to avoid harming those around him. This life drain is impartial to any life form. If they are alive or are emitting life-like energy, it will feed into Predator's power.This power is collected and then used to aid in his evolution to the next level. Predator may choose to consciously use this power to drain defeated opponents rapidly to force himself into the next evolutionary cycle. Though it is rarely lethal, Predator can literally suck the life out of a person if they are incapacitated and weak. This also feeds into his regeneration.
Enhanced Senses - Predator can see in the dark as if it were day and is particularly sharp like an eagle. His sense of smell is strong enough to track someone up to a mile away. His hearing is specially selective and allows him to filter out certain sounds in his brain as less imperative to process. The process is comparable to tuning a radio for certain frequencies. He additionally has an extra sense that allows him to notice when he is being watched or focused on.
Hellfire - Predator can conjure and use to extreme prejudice the mythical powers of his demonic heritage. Hellfire traditionally appears as a particularly ever-burning fire that cannot be extinguished by normal means. However, with some willpower and imagination, Hellfire can be manipulated into something more than a slightly more effective fireball or infernal flamethrower. As a result, Predator can create flame walls, flame fists, and even concentrate it into a deadly demonic beam of high energy.
Infernal Scales - Many demons have tough hides that deflect normal blades and mundane weapons. Predator's skin and subsequently his body toughens as he continues to adapt and evolve. Theoretically, his body can eventually evolve to the point where he would be able to withstand even a nuclear strike. That is if he manages to survive that long. At the moment, he can shrug off bombs and even magical attacks to some extent. Bullets, fire, and mundane weapons have no effect on him.
Evolution - Predator is an ever evolving and changing demon of the Envy sub-type. As he encounters new situations, he makes small adjustments to his form and skill set to adapt and survive. Every so often, he will enter a cocoon-like stasis where all of his experiences and knowledge gained since his last evolution will be accumulated and mixed with the power he gained through his successful conquests. From anywhere between a full day and several days, Predator's entire being will undergo vast improvements to better suit his future encounters. Once the metamorphosis is complete, he will emerge more powerful and superior to his old form. Though Predator prefers to not take too many unique traits from other beings, he may adapt or mimic certain powers he manages to gain an understanding of or research thoroughly. This won't let him master space time or cast magic or suddenly be able to use psychic powers, but he can gain new heightened senses or adapt to harsher environments. It would also allow him to develop resistances to new attacks.
Attributes:
Strength Level: 50 Tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 70 MPH
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 4 Hours
Agility: 10X
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: Average
Weaknesses: Generally, artifacts designed to indiscriminately target demonic entities or have broad interpretations of evil tend to affect Predator. In his human form the effects are reduced to an extent but will still hold sway over him. Since he is half demon, he is mortal and subject to death. Time will eventually claim him if nothing else. All other weaknesses will only remain so until he evolves past them. Divine energies will always be the most effective method of attack against him even if he manages to somehow gain some resistance through evolution. Predator also experiences various degrees of discomfort near holy relics and sanctuaries.
Supporting Characters: Exekiel doesn't enjoy the luxury of having friends and family.
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Sample Post:
There was no reprieve tonight. Exekiel's soul was heavy with grief and weariness as he came across yet another casualty of the gang war that was raging across the streets. Turf wars were not unusual in this part of town and it wasn't uncommon for a bystander to get caught up in it by chance. This time it was a young boy.
"Can't have been more than 10 or 11 years old..." murmured Predator as his massive frame was hunched over the child's body.
The half demon did not deign to touch the corpse of that unfortunate extinguished life. He had no power over the dead and he could not heal the wounded. Even if the child somehow survived it was unlikely he'd receive medical help in the middle of a turf war this intense. Paramedics were brave not suicidal. Predator raised his massive head and inhaled the muggy night air deeply. His mind sorted the various scents that flooded his advance olfactory senses.
"Gun powder, blood, gasoline, wine, beer, excrement, urine..." thought out the demonic hunter as he cataloged each individual scent and determined roughly how far away they originated.
Predator took one last glance at the departed child and huffed in frustration. So called heroes fight their designated evil foes. The real evil was far more ephemeral and pervasive. It consumed good men and women and turned them into thugs and drug addicts. Tonight would be a long one and the next night after that. It was lucky that he required so little sleep and rest. Those he hunted would not be so lucky. He melted into the shadows and loped off after the nearest gun fight raging over a few blocks to the west. He wasn't interested in small prey this time. The street soldiers were expendable fodder in the greater scheme of things. He needed the Jefes. The Capos. They obviously chose to show up personally this time. He would make an example of them. The Monsters who hid amidst humans.
"It's time to expand my territory." declared Predator in his deep gravelly voice tinged with something otherworldly.
A soul chilling roar, filled with rage and a promise of great suffering, tore through the night like a jagged knife. Gangbangers dropped to the ground as they suddenly felt terror unlike anything they'd ever imagined rip through them. Hardened men who spent years in prison and killed men for trifles felt their blood run cold at the thought of meeting whatever managed to produce such a sound. The demon was out to reap souls in abundance this night. Monsters would be made to fear.
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I'm Loud Angry Dead.
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Greet or be greeted.
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My introduction ends here.
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