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Survival - 11 Wins!

AFFILIATION

Alignment: Hero

Team: Solo Hero

VITAL STATS

Strength: Standard

Agility: Standard

Mind: Standard

Body: Standard

RECORD

Personal Wins: 11

Personal Losses: 4

LuciferHawk

Things have changed so much... the war in heaven has eneded, Lucifer cast down in shame. Humanity has moved on.. drifting into the multiverse like blossums in the wind. I look around myself and I see cities grander than those of any other time I have witnessed. Technology and magic surpassing in some cases even the messengers of the heavens. Amazing.. and even more amazing is the capacity for darkness it has unleashed. Suffering.. sickness.. famine.. death.. all sweeping through the omniverse as each of these mortals scrabbles to take and hold as much as they can. Children are left abandoned.. their parents either dead or indifferent. Men and women are forced to fight each day for that little bit that will keep them alive so the cycle can repeat itself on the morn. And yet.. through all this darkness and pain one thing has endured. One thing that has endured since the heavens existed.. and even before then. Something that has endured and lasted through eon after eon.. and that came into existance at the same time as the Creator. Dreams. No matter how dark things become, no matter how bleak one's existance dreams carry on. One of the things constantly said, but never really understood is that if the desire for a dream is strong enough.. or moving enough, it will become flesh. It was one such dream that brought me here.. the belief of a dieing little girl that an angel would take her to heaven.. and punish the men who had stolen her life. And so the metal of the scrapyard around her twisted and fused.. until I stepped free into this world once more.

I was brought onto this plane by the belief of a child.. as such I must match her beliefs. I am a servant of justice, bringing down my wrath upon those who stole the child's life even as another part of myself escorts her soul into the great beyond. I am.. as she wished.. an angel through and through.

Energy Conduit

     Energy Conduit: Standard

My kind are put together by the beliefs of others.. we are an outlet, a channel for that belief and determination. Even as I avenge her death it is the dying wish of that small child that gives me my essence and my form.

Angel's Touch

     Magnetism: Supreme

• Ranged Attack Only
• Area Affect
• Target Seeker
• Ranged and Melee Attack

The first one I find isn't far.. he runs the scrapyard where I was concieved.. born in a shower of broken machinery. An investigation was of course expected.. and he found more than he sought. A gesture crushes the gun he carries, smashing the metal in around his hand even as a thought uses the iron in his blood to hurl him into the center of the yard. I can see the terror as he looks upon me.. and that somehow, someway, he KNOWS why I am here. And with a final contemptuous wave he is crushed in a sea of tumbling steel.

Flight

     Flight: Superior

The metal around me shudders, and I tear two large pieces away, folding and manipulating them as I walk towards the front of the scrapyard. I feel them contact my shoulder blades, sinking through the human looking skin to fuse with the cold steel beneath. I flex my new additions once, twice.. and take to the air.

Angel's Will

     Matter Animation: Supreme

• Ranged Attack Only
• Target Seeker
• Multi-Attacks
• Ranged and Melee Attack

Gazing about at the iron graveyard I stand in, I come to a descision. A steel plate tears and compresses, folding into a serpentine length of overlapping metal scales. Gazing at my newly formed creation I focus on the images I found in the child's mind.. finding her murderer's accomplice. There.. his face burns into my mind and I imprint his image into the serpent. "Find him." I say to the construct and release it, sending it slithering off into the storm.

Ethereal Self

     Phasing: Superior

I feel a slight twinge after the hours pass. The rain has stopped now.. not that I care. What I do care about is that my construct has found who I was searching for. There.. to the west. I begin to run at first.. my form passing through the obstacles in my path, for a short while becoming a phantom as substantial as the dreams I represent. I phase through the final wall of the scrapyard and look about.. and take flight towards the sense of my construct.

The Seed of a Nightmare

     Illusion Creation: Supreme

• Auto-Hit Attack

I find my prey lurking in a rundown apartment.. my contruct having located him not 15 minutes ago. I stare at him through the window.. see him start to gaze about the room, sweat appearing on his brow as fear starts to eat away at him. My power flexes.. a ghost of motion dances across the edge of his vision. I watch him spin to try and spot it.. and find nothing. I have planted the seeds of nightmares within his mind.. small images.. fleeting.. but enough to start building up his fear and paranoia. He deserves this... he deserves more than this... he deserves suffering beyond all measure... and he shall get it.