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Survival - 9 Wins!

AFFILIATION

Alignment: Hero

Team: Solo Hero

VITAL STATS

Strength: Weak

Agility: Superior

Mind: Supreme

Body: Standard

RECORD

Personal Wins: 9

Personal Losses: 3

Austin

I closed my eyes. I locked the world out. I retreated behind the walls. But when I shut the world away, when I tried to close my eyes, I could not. The world bleeds into my eyes. And the blood runs down my face. The walls close me off, but when I reach out to them, they bleed and run down my arms. The blood of the world is in my hands, the blood of destiny is running down my face and body. I could have taken your walls away, I could have made your destiny your own again. But you didn't want that. I am bleeding for you, for your rejection, for your refusal to take a hand in your own future. What you will not take from me, I will undertake myself. There is no more fate, there is no more destiny. You may not want control for yourself, but no one else is going to take it from you. You may reject me, but what of the others who would force their own fate on you? They bring death and misery, they crush your lives into private hells, and yet this is somehow acceptable to you. Not to me. You may reject me, you may hold dearly to your walls, but I cannot accept that you'll have the four horsemen of the apocalypse rule your lives. You may reject me, but I will free you nonetheless. This plauge on your lives will be burned away. You have closed my eyes to the world, my blood is on my hands, and I'm tearing down the walls.

Our first encounter with him was... unsettling, perhaps. His eyes were bleeding, all four of them. His hands too. It's unnatural. Then again, I suspect there's nothing natural about him at all. He's not even human. But the blood on his hands that runs up his arms, and those four eyes of his, jagged streaks of red down his face, somehow that's the worst of it. I don't like it when he looks at me, and I don't like it when he talks. He's seen things, he knows things, and sometimes when he talks I don't understand him. I think he may not be entirely sane, but how can anyone guess about someone like that? We'll have to see what develops. If he's not with us, we'll have to kill him.

Outside the Wall

     Teleportation: Ultimate

He doesn't believe in fate. He was born to kill destiny. And he doesn't like walls. What does he see with the fourth eyes? It's been said he saw everything all at once, time and space from beginning to the end. But that was then and this is now. His eyes are red, all the blood vessels have burst. Perhaps he finally saw too much. Time and space, they are still a more simplified matter of perspective for him, but seeing everything at once has taken another toll. His perception of distance is not like yours or mine. The space between one person and another is just another wall. Time is just another wall. His eyes are red, but his vision is clear again. The walls are coming down.

The 4th Eyes Open

     Disintegration: Ultimate

• Area Affect
• Armor Piercing
• Multi-Attacks

He opens his eyes, and his blood flows from them. What can you make out of someone whose destiny is to fight destiny? We will probably never know what he sees as the blood slips down his face, coating his teeth, dripping off his chin. Consider perception - that which is perceived as real is real in its consequences. What strange reality comes in through the fourth eyes? It tears itself apart around him, what we perceive as real becomes a shadow. The force of his perceptions surrounds him, jagged and crackling. He steps between the holes in reality, and rips it to pieces anew.

Bleed for You

     Energy Sheath: Ultimate

There is blood on his hands, and he's claiming its yours. Sometimes. And other times it's simply blood. It's not stigmata, and he hasn't got any cuts, it just seems to be there. His eyes, you know, they don't bleed all the time, but I've never seen his hands without blood. I've never seen the skin of his fingers. It might be that once upon a time he reached out and touched the face of infinity. There are layers, you see, between everyone, infinite layers that make up a self and the other. As he perceives reality, so it is torn. And as his mind approaches the concept of the sum total self of infinite selves, he becomes both more distant to the touch, and his very touch seeks to cut to the bone. He crashes through what you thought was reality first, and what you thought was yourself second.

All Things

     Tactician: Standard

He does not see his actions and capabilities in the raw and simplistic order that you and I might. He is the infinite selves and the Self at once. His perceptions are not reactive to the cause and effect of external stimuli, but generated from within. He is the I and the i, and his actions and abilities are not separate from himself as ours so often are. He is his own actions, his own perceptions are real in all consequences. Know thyself, the truest caveat a destroyer of destiny can live by.