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Inquisitor may take many forms, some beautiful, others grotesque. But he most often chooses the trappings of a contemporary superhero. The finest materials clothe a fit and relatively dapper young man. Though his skin remains pallid, his eyes a predatory yellow, Inquisitor is nevertheless a handsome caped cadaver, who moves with unnatural grace.

Unlike others who share in the curse, Inquisitor is not so obsessed about keeping his nature a secret. Whether it is out of trust or recklessness, it is relatively open to speculation, though he will not go on record to confirm or deny such a thing.

Whether in or out of costume, Inquisitor is always impeccably groomed. Likely a holdover from his mortal days, the man is obsessed with maintaining proper appearance, and appreciates the same in others. Equally maintained is his old Spanish accent, which is actually difficult for Inquisitor to overcome, even in another form.

His other preferred guise is that of a humble photographer, though its fashion is a little behind the times, clad in an olive trenchcoat, shirt and tie, and bowler hat. This is his alter ego of choice, which he uses to feed his obsession with photography and investigate his targets.

But because of his dark gift, Inquisitor can transform into all manner of aspects. Beneath the old Spanish noble may be a wolf, a flock of bats, a swarm of beetles, or a simple mist. He can augment his basic human appearance with fearsome claws, and craft his flesh into that of a beast, so that he may climb, leap, or run beyond the ability of mortals.

When his hunger goes too long unsatisfied, Inquisitor will lose control over his appearance. His shapeshifting powers become more difficult, for he must overcome an ever truer visage of his nature. Without blood, he wilts and withers, growing emaciated, and more feral in appearance. Such is the complement to a more feral countenance, as Inquisitor will be less able to control himself around flowing blood. This is perhaps his most terrifying form, both in the eyes of others, and his own.

Terrific and horrible abilities accompany the curse of undeath. First among them is an unwillingness of the body to perish. It resists age, it defies mortal weapons. All but the worst wounds are survivable, and heal within the night, sometimes before the very eyes of his attackers. Inquisitor is not bulletproof, but when bullets pose no threat, the word is meaningless. The unholy hero can withstand incredible punishment before succumbing to a healing sleep, or his final death.

Inquisitor may bend iron in his hands and swat vehicles aside like they were paper. His strength is inhuman; no mortal or mundane barrier can resist his might, much to the fright of many a malcontent. Equal in its fear-inducing quality is his speed. Inquisitor, may, for short distances, move faster than the human eye can perceive. One moment, he faces you, the next he is behind you, without so much as a breeze to speak of his moving. On foot, over distances, he may yet accomplish great velocity, outrunning Olympic athletes with ease. This quickness also translates to his reaction time.

Either on his own, or as a flock of bats, Inquisitor may levitate or take flight. This is a great method of travel or escape, and a great way to convey allies and enemies both. As a group of bats, Inquisitor demonstrates his gift for transformation. Many beasts, vermin, and human shapes are at his disposal, each with its set of drawbacks. Sometimes he may take other forms simply for pleasure, or for very specific purposes, deception being chief among them.

As the curse makes him a predator, his abilities often serve this purpose. One of the most mystifying and subtle is Inquisitor's hypnotic gaze. To many mortals, his gaze commands instant obedience and awe should he will it. Simply making eye contact and speaking "Sleep" will render most in a deep, vulnerable slumber. Other commands, the more active they are, are easier to resist, depending on one's willpower.

The scent of blood seldom escapes Inquisitor's notice, and his other senses are also finely attuned, making him an exceptional hunter and detective. And a rare gift, even among his kind, is the ability to temporarily absorb memories, skills, and even powers by drinking the blood of others. When one considers that he inhabits a city of superpowers and preternatural skill, this may be his secret weapon, seldom employed and severely untested for the time being.

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