"When the fox hears the rabbit scream, he comes running - but not to help."

Certainly, behind the impeccable grooming and exceptional manners, there is a dark side, like everyone else. No doubt his charm, his wit, and that España inflection clothe and cloak his other qualities. There is more to Inquisitor than meets the senses. His powers are a testament to this tension of truth and speculation.

As the story goes, this man is inhumanly strong. Human bones and iron alike bend and break in his hands, should he wish it. People claim he can teleport, and he can definitely fly. Word of mouth sometimes says he only wears the veneer of a comely gentleman, and that he hides a true form beneath. Heresay would have you believe Inquisitor can control minds, and that no weapon can harm him.

Sometimes, there is truth to urban legend. Inquisitor is certainly a new force on the scene, his origins a mystery, his limits unknown. He speaks of helping others, and his implied "Inquisition" appears to be aimed at the evils of the city. But this figure is becoming notorious for avoiding the limelight, and the questions that come with it. People tend to make up their own mind and their own stories without information.

So will you believe the stories? Perhaps you're better off not knowing. Or perhaps you will ask him yourself?

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20

@CalamityCain

Nicolas de Castilla

Spanish

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Illegal Superhero

Unmarried

Homo sapiens nosferatu

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Nigh-Immortality, Super Strength, Super Speed, Flight, Shapeshifting, Hypnosis

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BOO!

"And thus I clothe my naked villany

With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ,

And seem a saint, when most I play the devil."

Inquisitor goes right for the throat when it comes to his public appearance. He brings a cool, Old World masculinity to the superhero game, and is unflinchingly well-mannered. His costume is simple, refraining from bright colors and seeking a more elegant, evening-friendly palate. It is perhaps less memorable or camera-friendly than his peers' dress, but Inquisitor doesn't appear interested in standing out.

To call him "dedicated" to grooming may be an understatement. There's rarely a hair on his head out of place, even while flying through the night sky or hounding the criminals of Millennium City. And Inquisitor would be caught dead before sporting five o' clock shadow. It may be obsession, but the caped crusader wears it like a crown, and walks as if it were featherweight.

The cool and collected demeanor extend into dangerous situations, though these are rarely dangerous to Inquisitor. He dispatches his foes with impossible swiftness, all the while calm as the void. No battle cries or heated exclamations. Any ferocity he may show is gone as quickly as it came. This one makes short work of his enemies, and prefers to leave as quietly as he came. But Inquisitor is not above theater, infrequently revealing his wit, or making a dramatic entrance by flight or shadow.

If one should encounter the nightly hero out of costume, they will likely not know it. Inquisitor's identity is quite secret. Though he remains debonair and laid back as ever, he makes even less cause for attention in "plain clothes". At times, his dress is behind trends by a decade or more, so he usually opts for timeless ensembles. One can never describe as anything but well-dressed, but he's taken great strides in finding a more casual appearance that will balance with his taste. It took him years to adopt sneakers.

Out-of-costume, Inquisitor introduces himself simply as "Nicolas". He makes light conversation when he must, though again, it is always polite and jovial. Without fail, he's accompanied by a camera, slung around his neck, for Nicolas is an obsessed, and amateur, freelance photographer. So enamored is he with the art form that he finds himself spending hours on one subject before moving on. He may even be transfixed by another's work, soaking in even mediocre work, for hours. As per his sleep schedule, Nicolas prefers night photography.

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RAWR!

"...denn die Toten reiten schnell."

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OHAI!

"And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave."

Exerpt from Metahuman Monthly, a modest, local independent magazine.

Interviewer: So you only work nights. Why is that?

Inquisitor: (he chuckles) I have already answered this question.

Interviewer: In another publication. I'd like to have it, from the man himself. There's a little speculation going on about it.

Inquisitor: Yes, I know. You would like me to set the record straight?

Interviewer: That's right.

Inquisitor: (he shrugs) I have nothing new to say. The worst of criminals will rise as the sun sets.

Interviewer: That's poetic. But most statistics in Millennium City suggest crime peaks during the afternoon.

Inquisitor: Ah, I must correct you. I do not seek wrongdoers "in bulk". I pursue the very worst of the city's underbelly, as I said.

Interviewer: Fair enough. Expand then, on the "worst", please.

Inquisitor: I prize this country's justice system. It is - broad - in its ability to prosecute the malcontent. But it must wait for - what is the expression - the smoking gun?

Interviewer: So your approach is more pro-active, I take it? Are you certain you don't cross legal boundaries?

Inquisitor: You are - diligent - to ask. Yes I take the utmost care not to go where I do not belong. (He leans forward) Yet my experience says to me that the most diabolical of elements meet in the dark, where they will not be found.

Inquisitor (cont'd): And should they be found, they cannot be detained, because, according to the law's letter, they do nothing wrong. So this is why I take to the evening shift. And I say to you, it is a horrid sleep schedule, I won't recommend it.

Interviewer: Oh, I'm a reporter, I know it all too well.

Inquisitor: (he leans back in his chair) I am certain that you do. Your profession is admirable in its sleeplessness.

Interviewer: Well thank you. So you'll dispel all the rumors about you? Can you get into more detail about your powers? That is one question you haven't answered, in any publication.

Inquisitor: I fear not. You know my kind must keep those secrets, at times. I will say this much: I forget who speaks these words, but "the Truth is always less interesting than the fiction." People like their stories.

Interviewer: Mark Twain said “Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't.”

Inquisitor: Perhaps he is the more insightful one. But I have nothing more to say on the subject, you must forgive me.

Interviewer: If we speak again, you know I'll have to ask again. Reporters and women love their mysteries.

Inquisitor: If we enjoy another moonlight interview, senora, people may begin to ask questions of an altogether different sort.

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