Cabal
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| PLAYER | @leroyswish |
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| Super Group | Solo |
| Rank | None |
| Current Affliations | None |
| Former Affiliations | Doctor Teneber, Robert Caliburn |
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| Real Name | Dorien Wolfert Kierkegaard |
| Known Aliases | Cabal, formerly Wolfhart |
| Gender | Male |
| Species | Human |
| Birthdate | 6 October 1979 |
| Place of Birth | Novi, MI |
| Current Location | Millennium City, MI |
| Relatives | Myrtle Brassard (mother, deceased)
Randle Kierkegaard (father, deceased) Ramona Kierkegaard (sister) Julianne Kierkegaard-Quimby (sister) Reagan Quimby (brother-in-law) |
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| Apparent Age | 37 |
| Height | 1.67 meters |
| Weight | 61.6 kilograms |
| Eyes | Blue |
| Hair | Blond |
| Complexion | Pale |
| Build | Skinny |
| Notable Features | Baggy Eyes
Roman Nose Graying Hair |
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| Identity | Secret, known to some authorities |
| Citizenship | US citizen, criminal record |
| Marital Status | Single |
| Occupation | Adventurer
Vigilante Former Soup Kitchen Volunteer |
| Education | High school dropout |
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"The fact that I stand here and you stand there shows just how disgusting you really are. What is it this time? A pile of bodies? Child pornography? Maybe those don't get your blood boiling anymore. I don't envy people like you who have to keep jumping from extreme to extreme just to get off. I'm perfectly content to beat stacks of shit like you all night. Why do you do it? I know you're scared. We've all got something to be scared of. Maybe it's that kind of terror that breeds cruelty. Turns people into animals that never yawn or think a normal thought. Don't expect me to show you mercy just because you're not human anymore. When the clock strikes thirteen, you're overdue for extinction. Except, now that I'm here, there's no running. I'm an entity before you and the last living soul you'll see before I send you packing to Hell. Your last thoughts will be fleeting, wondering how it is your angel of death could be so savage. I'm not real but you'll doubt that once I have my fist down your throat, stuffing your intestines with your own teeth. You'll regret ever casting a shadow because it'll always be there to follow you. You'll see the faces of every little girl or old man you strung up and tore apart, and those guilty memories will almost shred your guts as bad as I will. Your final breath will be filled with dread as you try to wake from this nightmare. There is no escaping this, no hiding from the confrontation of truth. This is your chance, go crazy. Lose your absolute freaking mind as I punch a fist through your chest. Become what I've become; maybe in the next life, you'll rise to the challenge like me rather than sink your teeth in society and reap the rewards of bloodshed."
Beginning of the Beginning
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"It was bad enough the first time without getting into it and I won't let any of you break me down and ship me back to the dark recesses of my mind. All I'll say is this: those people masquerading as people looking out for me lived too long, and I regret not punishing them sooner."
