| Sleafear
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| Player: LordWisp
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| "Don't do something hasty, so put that weapon down."
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| Biographical Data
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| Real Name:
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William (Bill)
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| Known Aliases:
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Sleafear
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| Gender:
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Male
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| Species:
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Human
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| Ethnicity:
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Irish American
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| Place of Birth:
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Old Detroit
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| Base of Operations:
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Heroing, and working in a Gangster rehabilition program to turn them into at least vigilantes with good intentions and heart,
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| Relatives:
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Mother, two siblings, and a missing Father
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| Characteristics
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| Age:
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26
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| Height:
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6'3
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| Weight:
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250
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| Eyes:
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Blue
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| Hair:
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Ginger
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| Complexion:
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plain
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| Physical Build:
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Body Builder
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| Physical Features:
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Human
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| Status
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| Fame:
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██
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██
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██
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██
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██
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Local
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| Alignment:
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| LG
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LN
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LE
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| NG
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TN
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NE
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| CG
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CN
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CE
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| Identity:
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Public
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| Years Active:
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Less than One
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| Citizenship:
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United States Citizen
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| Occupation:
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Full Time hero, Gang Member
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| Education:
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Dual Degree.
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| Marital Status:
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Single
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| Known Powers and Abilities
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| Spell blade and Cletic magics
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| Equipment and Paraphernalia
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| Uniform, Rifle, Pistol, Sword, Spear, Sling
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| Physical Attributes
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Strength
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Weapon
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Durability
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Armor
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Speed
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Reflexes
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Resistance
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Stamina
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Dexterity
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Agility
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Combat
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Regeneration
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| Non-Physical Attributes
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Energy
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Psionics
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Telepathy
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Willpower
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Sorcery
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Technology
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Intelligence
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Knowledge
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Charisma
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Bravery
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| MaekadaBox created by @Maekada
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"I know I've done a lot of shit that will see me in hell when I die. I can't justify it, I can't forgive it, but all I can say is the "City of the future" Looks like a good place, a place that is kind, but it isn't. They sold the slums, roughly half of the city to Dearborn, the Big city has a wall and border check points. And for those of us stuck in the slums, and not the Monaco of the west it's painful, the pain of hunger, the threat of eviction is high. I made plenty of mistakes I hate myself for, but it kept food on the table for my two kid siblings; and it paid for mom's medical bills." -Bill
Bill's History
Not much to say about Bill's past, his family was in the poorest part of Detroit, he was born before the attack on the city. His family lived in the slums. Then Destroyer came and destroyed a section of the city. As they were rebuilding the city and the like, his family along with many other in the slums found themselves in part of the city sold to the suburbs to make MC look like a "Better beacon" of society. His mother did what she could to feed the family, his father was around but vanished shortly after his youngest sibling was born, they aren't sure what happened to him, if he was killed by Sorreli and his Thugs, or one of the gangs.
One day while his mother was working at an ARGENT facility there was a chemical leak, which gave her a chronic sickness, that required near constant medication and hospital visits, and the family's perilous money situation took a turn for the worst. Unfortunately even if his mother hadn't thought of it when she took the job, she had signed a health waver, which kept her for filing for any sort of money for her sudden illness at ARGENT's hands.
Bill having hit the end of his High school years at this point needed money for his family, and for his mother's medical needs. There just weren't simply jobs in the poorer suburbs available to him to pay for such costs, as family bills, food for the family and his mother's needs. The only real alternative was turning to Gang and Organized crime affairs, specifically with a gang that would pay well and not ask many questions. As it seemed the Maniacs were the ones he fell in with, even if he never felt any kinship to his "Crew". For roughly some nine years he worked for them, and all the while he hated himself, he knew just well what he was doing, and just what people he was hurting. Though for as much as he knew, he also had a family to take care of. Run ins with the police, heroes, multiple broken bones, and limbs shattered in runs in with Nighthawk, (Having even left some deformed bruises on his bones). All of this changed one day, a day some half a year ago, when the members of the crew he was doing a job with happened across as they called him a "Rich Prat" In the wrong part of town. Well it just so turned out said "Rich Prat in the wrong side of town" Was a Certain Fae.
