Character name - Lucius Cheshire
Alias - Loon
Faction - Syndicate
Gender - Male, usually.
Age - 26
Birthplace - Aldford, England
Occupation - Full time hero
Appearance - They hold two appearances dear, for reasons unspecified, and are likely to be caught in one or the other. Both are thin, 5 feet and 10 inches in height, nigh-sickeningly pale, and have bright green eyes that invoke thoughts of emeralds. Both also have black hair that stands in contrast to the papery shade of skin. To be fair, the only real differences between the two forms are sex and hair. One, female with longer hair that remains straight and reaches the middle of the back in curtains. The other, male who's hair is tied back into a ponytail that goes no farther than the shoulders.
Height - 5 feet and 10 inches.
Weight - Around 130 pounds.
Apparel - A grey and black, striped scarf that wraps around the neck and lower face. Along with it, a hood attached to a long, button-up coat of black colouring and simple, equally dark jeans. Their footwear consists of grey and black toe shoes that appear to be ready for a variety of weather conditions. They lack any sort of "super hero" costume.
Weaponry - Lucius owns a rapier, but it is hardly ever employed, and taken out even less. They also owns a .375 revolver, which is carried with much more regularity.
Equipment - A simple, cheap, automobile, a Swiss army knife, a smart phone of the Android variety, an extremely compact laptop, and a small book containing the results of several years of scavenging for magical knowledge.
Powers - Lacking a true body, the two appearances utilized are gifts. This being the case, Lucius is not very concerned about bodily damage or pain. Optimal assaults tear them apart, rather than targeting vital organs.
Their appearance betrays the strength held within their body. While not anywhere near the tier of strength that some supers exhibit, Lucius is certainly above your average human. They are fully capable of moving vehicles with a strong shove, among other feats of equal measure.
Save total dismemberment or incineration, among a few other things, Lucius is capable of recovering from any wound if provided with sufficient time and rest.
Their body is irrationally resistant to damage. Ran through with a spear? Shoved backwards, with more bruises than blood. Shot in the chest? The bullet pierces skin, but probably won't make it much farther than skin.
Perhaps just lucky, or perhaps made this way, their memory is perfect.
The truly superhuman quality of Lucius is their supreme dexterity and speed on foot. They've been known to catch up to and jump on top of speeding vehicles.
They show no physical signs of aging, but are fully capable of being smashed into next week and made very dead.
Limitations - Their speed caps out at something like 200 miles per hour. Roughly. Their strength caps out at about 900 kilograms. Lifting, that is.
Skills - Moderately skilled swordplay, highly skilled gunplay, extensive historical and scientific knowledge, competence in several types of hand-to-hand combat, and an array of seemingly random talents. Dancing, poker, etc.
Weaknesses - Anything with above average sex appeal, confinement, their own curiosity, gambling, and challenges. Physical weaknesses include frequent and very much painful headaches, and a need to consume sickening amounts of food to support their speed and strength.
Morality - Chaotic good. I think.
Personality - A free spirit dedicated to indulging in their vices whenever possible, the only reason Lucian is hero material is because they want to rid the world of those they deem evil, and don't tend to be wrong about who is and isn't evil. That said, being the judge, jury, and executioner isn't exactly ideal for the persecuted.
Bio - Lucian was produced, not born. Their creator, or even creators, have yet to give any indication of their existence. The middle-aged creature simply found themselves standing in a laboratory of sorts on a stormy English day. Their were no clues, not a trace of any notes or books or computers. There was such little evidence, it's entirely possible that Lucian was not even made in that laboratory. Perhaps they simply contracted amnesia. The only solid evidence that there are no parents is hidden away within Lucian's body. Their brain, heart, lungs, every single cell is tailored to function at an optimal level. They are not perfect, by any means, but whoever produced them was clearly striving for something akin to perfection. Something that functions at such an efficient level simply while lacking any mutations must be of unnatural birth. There is another shard of evidence, however. Their two bodies and uncanny ability to take damage with less suffering than the average human defies scientific investigation. It is something of magical origin, an obscure and vague thing that many are not aware of at all.
They did not have any manner of adopted parents, or require any. Upon awakening, assuming they had been unconscious prior to that time, Lucian was fully aware of how the world functioned. The mind was filled with information of varying usefulness. That is not to say that they arose and simply got on their merry way. That knowledge came with the realization that what occurred here was neither normal, nor acceptable. They have always been a vagrant, and have been beating the living hell out of anyone who appears evil for nearly as long. Transportation to New York was arranged thanks to a small net of friends that had carefully been stitched together over a small number of years. And there's only one real reason for a budding vigilante to go running to New York, no?
