Character (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Character (open) Character (close) Name: Lorcan Daumantas Alias: Shadow Racer Age: 27 Gender: Male Job/Role: Superhero / Anti-hero division General Personality: He’s quiet which is mistaken for submissiveness, but really the opposite is true. When he is emotionally vulnerable he tends to rely on anger. He’s cool headed, and sarcastic. He doesn’t easily make friends, but is incredibly loyal to those who have earned it. A loner, by design rather than choice. He enjoys people watching, though he hates being in the middle of crowds. He’s incredibly stubborn. General History: He dislikes talking about it. He was an experiment for a famous scientist at one point. It’s unknown if he was born as an experiment or picked for it. General Appearance Hair: Soft black Eyes: Russet brown Height: 5’ 6” Basic looks: Slim, runner build. Costume: Black light jacket and pants with a red jagged stripe down the left side. Black hood that covers his hair and dark goggles over his eyes. Powers and weaknesses Powers: Ability to manipulate energy. This used to reach extreme speeds, most particularly he is able to go past the speed of sound, though not very often. He can also form bolts of energy to attack others, this depletes his natural energy immensely. He likely has other ways of manipulating energy, but he isn’t old enough to try yet. Weakness: Using his power uses personal energy and he can fall unconscious if he uses too much at once. Though he’s difficult to catch, he has a harder time escaping once caught. Weapons Melee: whatever he can get his hands on. Shadow Racer glared down at the streets through his goggles. His neutral expression was present on his face, though it contrasted with the smoke rising from his costume. A fire that had been started by an idiot in a downtown apartment had spread two blocks before the fire department had been called. Luckily the anti-hero had been running nearby when he saw the firetrucks zooming past. He 'tsked' under his breath at the memory. He had to rush through the fire to rescue multiple children and adults before the raging inferno had been quenched. The person who had started it, by failing to turn off a gas stove, was taken by the police to make a statement. The speedster had his card scanned by them before they left, transferring the funds to his bank account for his work. Now the hero stood on a rooftop attempting to ignore his cellphone that continued to ring. It was probably the department calling him in on another emergency. But he'd already been interrupted from his search once tonight. He didn't need another distraction. His eyes narrowed as he continued to watch the gan below him loading up their truck.