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Character Name: Natalia Samara Kondracki(formerly), but now calls herself Dahlia, Lady of the Seventh Circle(explained below)
Alias: Dahlia

Age: 23 chronologically, the demon possessing her is many centuries old(relatively young for one of her kind)
Birthday: October 4
Hair Color: Fiery red, but can change its appearance
Eye Color: Golden, but can change to blend into human society
Skin Tone: Pale
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 150 lbs.
Build: Extremely athletic, with an hourglass figure
Race/Nationality: Natalia was American with Polish heritage before her death

Notable Features: By default, she has long protruding vampire-looking fangs, a pair of protruding golden horns on the sides of her head, a long serpentine tongue, and a prehensile tail. She can very slightly alter her appearance by altering her hair color, eye color, and retracting the horns, fangs, tongue, and tail to blend into human society. Natalia's body has several tattoos and piercings from when she was still alive.

Uniform: Pictured here

Standard Attire: Being used to the more revealing attire demons of her realm are known for wearing(if any clothes at all), she tends to find herself in skimpier attire more often than not, with an affinity for darker colors and edgier designs. She personally does not like clothing, but she will respect the League's need for her to show some degree of modesty for now.

Place of Birth: The host body(Natalia) was born in Blüdhaven, the demon that now inhabits her body(Dahlia) was spawned in Hell
Family: Natalia has left behind Arkadi Kondracki(father), Marian Black-Kondracki(mother), Zillah Rezin Kondracki(brother) when she died.

History: Natalia was born and raised in Blüdhaven to a career military family of Air Force officers. To say that she was the oddball of the family would be an understatement. While her older brother was more disciplined and focused, Natalia was always the more rebellious one of the Kondracki household. She was often in trouble for being truant in school or sneaking out to party, experimenting with drugs and alcohol. She was known for her fiery temper and her cynical and sarcastic attitude, but despite her reputation she loved her family very much. Having been raised by career officers, she learned how to use guns and was trained in self-defense from a young age, but she was never as disciplined as her brother. She was known as a tough girl, went into her adult years working as a bartender at a biker bar of somewhat questionable reputation.

Unfortunately, being well-versed in self-defense was not enough for what was in store for her. It is not known why she was chosen, but eventually she was beaten and kidnapped by a group of occultists and taken to an unknown location beyond the city limits of Blüdhaven. While there, she was tied to a chair, and the occultists did various experiments on her that she did not understand for about a week, apparently being the "perfect host" for something. She tried her hardest to resist and try to escape, giving the cult a very hard time when she was still there, before the day of the ritual finally came.

Placing her at the center of a magic circle, the cult members made several chants. At first, she did not know what was going on, but as the circle began to eerily glow, she began to panic, though try as she may she could not escape. About halfway through her ritual she began to find herself growing weak. Unbeknownst to her, her soul was slowly being drained from her body and cast out into the afterlife, effectively killing the woman. Eventually, she could resist no longer, and her body gave in, empty of its soul completely. Unfortunately, that would not be the end for Natalia's body, as the occultists' ritual was not yet completely. To finish the ritual, the occultists summoned a demon from the pits of Hell, binding it to Natalia's body in a bid to learn to control the legions of the underworld. Unfortunately for the occultists, however, the ritual was a way to summon and bind a demon to a human body, but not one to make it obey the summoners' orders. Without hesitation, or effort really, the demon attacked and killed all of the cult members involved in the spell, using a sword used for the ritual as her weapon to slay the vile pests that would dare think of ruling over her.

While initially the demon, calling herself Dahlia, did not like the fact that she was bound to a human and originally wanted to go back to Hell where she ruled, she began to grow curious about the human world, with it being so vastly different from the realm she had lived in for so very long. Her curiosity demanded that she stay in this realm, beginning to like the new body she was in, despite its human limitations, and beginning to appreciate that she was not as powerful here as she was in Hell.

Dahlia is a demon born in the depths of Hell, specifically the Seventh Circle of Hell reserved for those who have committed violence in her lifetime. Naturally, being of the most ruthless demons of the underworld, she became a natural warrior, fighting in battle after battle until few would accept her challenges out of fear for her, which she would answer with a swift death for their cowardice. Eventually, she felt she was ready to rule over her Circle of Hell, having utterly annihilated enemy after enemy, and so she found herself making her way to the Minotaur's castle that watched over the Seventh Circle. She furiously fought the creature's demons, laying waste to the ruler's legions by the dozens, finally making her way to the top of the Minotaur's tower and challenging him directly in person. Showing no fear, the two fought for days in a duel that would seemingly have no end, neither side giving in to the other. Eventually, however, the Minotaur made a mistake and Dahlia severed his head. She then went on to destroy the Minotaur's throne, then built a new one out of his bones.

She has since ruled over the Seventh Circle of Hell, known to all within her kingdom as the Lady of the Seventh Circle. For centuries she has ruled over this realm, eventually growing bored of the position, it being far more monotonous than she had thought it would be. She answered challenges as they came, furiously defending her throne and subsequently feeding the bodies to her pet hounds, and sometimes even indulging in a little cannibalism herself. It had all become tedious by about the sixth consecutive century under her rule, and frankly she was bored with her reign. Eventually though, she was ripped from her reality by a black magic ritual cast by a group of cultists hoping to learn to control a legion of demons. She was bound to a weak human body, but that did not stop her wrath from being bloody. She reigned death on those who would dare try and rule over her.

It occurred to her later on, though, that perhaps the occultists had given her exactly what she needed, a little more adventure in her existence. Her newfound limitations would ensure that, while still relatively powerful, she would have to work for her adventures and not die in this frail frame of a human body, and that prospect was more fun than returning to Hell. Moreover, having had limited interaction with humans whose who's eternal torture she did not oversee, she was curious about this realm and the way these humans lived. She readily gave up her rule for a new mode of existence hopefully filled with adventure, but she would one day return to Hell. Let whoever sought to replace her rule over her Circle, for she would one day return as a conqueror once again, destroying whatever weakling occupied the throne at the moment. She was satisfied with simply living amongst these humans for now.

Eventually, she drew the attention of the Justice League, and after realizing that her intentions were not malicious, was offered a spot on the new junior division of the League, both as a way to keep an eye on a potential threat and to teach her that human life was worth preserving, hopefully gaining a true ally in her.

Superhuman Ability: Natalia's soul was replaced with a demon after a group of occultists tried to sacrifice her to summon and enslave a demon to do their bidding. The demon, a Lady ruling over the Seventh Circle of Hell, bonded with Natalia's body, but because of the limitations of the human body, she did not keep all of her demonic powers. However, Dahlia did improve upon the host body, by making it super-humanly agile and much more flexible than an average human. But Dahlia's main power is that of short range teleportation.

While not exactly a very combat-useful power, she can slightly alter her appearance to blend in with the humans, but she is not a full on shape shifter. At most she can alter her hair color, eye color, and recede her horns, tail, tongue and fangs.

Strengths: Dahlia can teleport more than one person at a time so long as they maintain skin contact with her. Her advanced flexibility and agility, along with her teleportation, make it easier to evade oncoming attacks and give her precision in her attacks.

Weaknesses: Teleporting more than just herself expends significantly more energy, so group teleportations need to be used sparingly since it would wear her out easily. She needs to be able to visualize the area she's teleporting to(whether it's via images or floor plans or the like, or simply by memory of being there). Right now she has a limit of about half a mile that she can teleport. Her demonic nature gives her an inherent weakness to Judeo-Christian holy items(crucifixes, stars of David, Bibles, etc.) and she cannot enter land deemed holy by Judeo-Christian faiths.

Non-Power Skills: Swords (Master), Shields (Intermediate), Archery (Intermediate)

Stats
Strength: 3
Speed: 5
Agility: 6
Durability: 4
Mind: 5
Power Mastery: 4

Personality: Dahlia is an odd specimen, to say the least. While she is inherently evil, she has more curiosity than malicious intent about humanity. She has had very limited exposure to humanity aside from those being tortured in her realm, and so she has a somewhat infantile curiosity about the way they operate. While she comes from, and ruled over, a realm based around violence, she is not very violent unless provoked, as she is used to ruling from a distance and answering challenges to her reign as they are offered. She gives off an eerie, ethereal atmosphere about her that is only heightened by the ever-present expression of curiosity and wonder painted on her face. That being said, she is one that needs to be kept a close eye on, because unless reigned in, she will likely not have any limits as to how far she will go against her enemies, given her very domineering sadomasochistic attitude.

Likes: Fire, pain and inflicting it, fighting, training, dominating others
Dislikes: Abrahamic religions and such iconography, annoying creatures(including humans)

Hobbies: Fighting, training, dominating others

Character Picture:

Player Name: Sing This Corrosion To Me

Character Name: Gabriel Clyne
Alias: CheshIRE

Age: 24
Birthday: Dec 11th
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Skin Tone: Natural Tan
Height: 6'3''
Weight: 175lbs
Build: Toned
Race/Nationality: Meta Human

Notable Features: Scars adorn his back in the form of claw marks

Uniform: Whatever he feels like wearing

Standard Attire: Classy dress shirt and a pair of nice pants or jeans.

Place of Birth: New Orleans

Family: Nicholas Rickman (Father - Estranged)

Melanie Clyne (Mother - Close, Funds her with his fortune)

History: Having the ability to be whoever I want to be whenever I want to be has probably been both the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me. You see, it's so easy to take things for granted and abuse an ability such as mine that I've gone through the entire works during the course of my life. My life before my ability was pretty mediocre, I wouldn't say horrible but it wasn't any classy cushy mansion life that I'm able to live now for as long as I so please. I've already raked in the bucks to sit on my a** for the rest of my life and get cancer treatments ten times over while buying myself the newest Lamborghini model so I'm pretty much set for life as far as I'm concerned.

My life started in the outskirts of New Orleans, think the darker part of town that the tourists wouldn't even look at with all those crummy motels and hotels that you only associate poor people, drug dealers and scum with. I was born because my mom got banged up by some dude who pretended to be a talent agent who saw her in a stripper bar. He conned her and told her that she would be able to make it as an actress with her beauty and skill (she was very beautiful as for skilled, I hope to never know). My mom, knowing she was pregnant with a kid, knew she'd probably need to have a better lifestyle than what she had to support a kid so she didn't even have so much as a second thought as to whether my dad was legit.

She paid him one grand and waited for him to hook her up with a plane flight to Hollywood and set her up with someone who would allow her to be on set. Turns out he never got back to her on that and the number he gave her was fake, so much for that. And soon enough my mom realized she was going to be having a kid in a number of months, was short one grand and really wanted to kick some guy's ******** a**.

So eventually I was born and my mom being as stubborn as she is, kept phoning the man's number, assuming that he would have to pick up someday. It wasn't some fake voicemail, it was his own voice so she assumed it had to be his phone. Of course, she always ran the chance of forcing him to decide to get a new phone but that wasn't exactly my mother's greatest concern at the time. The only thing she cared about was getting her one grand back as well as letting the sleazy b*****d know that he had a son and that he'd better goddamn well support that son or she'd come track him down herself.

Unfortunately my mom's threats never really worked, that was until I was ten years old and I was going to grade school because my mom wanted to assure I did a whole hell of a lot better than her and escaped the dump we were in. Not only was she stripping now but she was hooking on the side to try to assure that I got an education. All I know is that woman's probably the only woman in my life I'll ever be grateful for because she's the only one who would actually care enough to work that hard to see that I was happy. She's probably the only person in the world I'll dare say I love as well.

Anyhow, my dad decided to show up at my school one day and he didn't really tell my mom he was going to at all. He was a stranger to me so naturally I wrote him off as a creep and decided to ignore him and get him to piss off. That was when he pulled out the arsenal that he was my dad and it actually managed to stop me in my tracks and make me do a double take. I supposed it was plausible but me being me I was still skeptical and decided to play it safe and just wait at the school until he went away.

I remember him telling me how he was proud that I seemed much more clever than my mother and I remember that pissing me off. My mother wasn't stupid, she had the potential to be an absolutely brilliant woman she just didn't have the money to get herself there. There was a difference between being poor and stupid that was for sure and I made sure he ******** knew it.

Eventually the guy decided to compromise and phoned my mother to tell her he was picking me up which absolutely enraged her after her how many years of calling. He assured her I'd be fine and that he would see to it I had a great life and that I'd be going to a very prestigious academy where I wouldn't have to worry about getting jipped in terms of my education. Of course my mother grew conflicted over the matter but eventually she decided that I was better off in my father's hands because he did have the ability to take better care of me. Soon enough I was packing up and moving out with my father.

I moved out with my father when I was ten. While the guy was filthy rich, he didn't know how to be a father or parent in general at all. So instead of taking the time to bother getting to know me or bond at all, he spent one dinner with me and shipped me off to boarding school.

Turned out the guy's cooking was horrendous too or so I thought until I paid a visit to the nurse on site. While I had what she thought at first was a case of semi severe food poisoning, her mind was soon changed when my fever was accompanied by me quite literally turning different shades of the rainbow. I was sent off to the hospital where the health professionals determined that I had apparently consumed martian the evening before and it was now activating my dormant human meta gene and partially combining with my DNA.

At the time I had absolutely no clue what any of it meant being a ten year old and all. However, I eventually came to understand that it meant my father had fed me martian the evening before and residual cells of DNA from it had attached and combined themselves to my own. The attributes I received as a result were the ability to shift my shape, colour, structure, texture and morph myself into almost anything as well as I'd inherited a healing factor: both attributes that my body retained from consuming the martian DNA. However, while my body had taken on and retained characteristics of a martian, I did not retain all the abilities nor the actual form of a martian. I was still very much human, just with a few additions due to my meta human genes retaining a few martian abilities.

Naturally I went home and had a wee talk with my father about the whole ordeal. Turned out he'd invested in some dud film and it had cost him a fair chunk of money so his solution was apparently to feed me martian and hope for the best. He hired some whack job who called himself Jaffar and the guy taught me infiltration techniques, helped me out with controlling my abilities and trained me physically. I guess I was simply another investment on my father's part since he was quick to enlighten me the reason for my training was so I could help him regain his fortune. He assured I attended my prestigious classes but on the side I was making side trips to various celebrity homes and 'borrowing' some of their fortune. I knew better than to believe my dad would actually pay the people back, however, I still chose to help the guy out. It was a step up from being bored in school constantly.

So from roughly eleven until I turned old enough to attend college I helped my sketchy father out and he rebuilt his fortune. As his thanks to me he sent me to Oxford in order to earn my drama degrees. Being as influential as my father was, before I'd even completed them I had agents calling me and asking if I'd like to co-star in shows. Eventually I moved up to minor roles in movies and it wasn't long before I hit it big with main roles in various types of movies.

My father, of course, had been the one to get me all the connections so turns out he hadn't been a complete and total con man, just an a** hole. Due to the fact he was in a sense my agent, I was expected to pay him. However, I eventually became revered enough on my own that I was able to fly the coop and free myself of my reliance on my father. I bought my own agent, my own place and essentially never talked to him again.

Unlike my father, however, I did assure to go back to New Orleans and find my mother. I made sure to pamper her and assure she was able to permanently retire. While my father had done a lot for me it had never been for the right reasons. My mother, however, had always had faith in me and despite the fact she'd obviously seen me on the big screens, had never begged me for even a pinch of my fortune.

So while I kept getting hired on for big time roles my mother lived in what she referred to as paradise. Me being me, I quickly grew bored with devoting all my time to showing up for premieres, being harassed constantly by fans and having to deal with the public in general so I eventually moved to Gotham, having heard rumors of the inflated crime rates. I chose to fly off the radar to an extent and give my abilities more of a stretch than I had in a while. It wasn't long before I was finding myself in life threatening situations and having the time of my life.

Of course I eventually got myself into a spot of trouble and that was where the League was forced to intervene. In order to 'keep my craft alive' I continued infiltrations every now and then of celebrity homes. It wasn't out of necessity for money but simply to keep myself in peak condition. So it just so happened one day I decided to rob Bruce Wayne. Needless to say I ended up getting caught and while he was quite irate at first he couldn't help but admire my audacity and skill when it came to infiltrating his home. I guess he saw potential in me and decided to attempt to redirect it for good and offered me a spot in the League. It sounded interesting so I decided to play along with it.

Superhuman Ability: Shape Shifting & Regenerative Factor

Strengths: Great at infiltration since he can take on the form of anyone he so desires so long as he's seen them whether it's been physically or simply in a picture. He can also mold himself into a generic form that he thinks of off the top of his head. He can change his physique, gender, height, weight, hair colour, hair length, etc at will. Animals he has down pat mostly as well for they are mammals, it is the inanimate objects he tends to have more difficulty with. Gabe also possesses a healing factor that enables him to heal injuries much faster than the average person.

Weaknesses: If tasered or at all injected with voltage he loses molecular stability and his true form is issued forth. This is detrimental to him if he happens to be on an infiltration mission with high stakes or simply leaves him at the mercy of others' abilities once they discover he is not who they thought he was. While he has little to no difficulty with mammal transformations, he finds more difficulty with non mammal animals and even more difficulty yet with inanimate objects. While he does have a healing factor that heals him faster than an average person, it takes an increasingly longer period of time for him to heal the worse the wound is. Thus if he is fatally wounded he will likely not bleed out like a typical person would but if he continues to fight he runs the risk of overextending himself or being struck again. Therefore survival, if he is relying on his healing factor, is dependent on him buying himself enough time to heal.

Non-Power Skills: Acting, Infiltration Techniques (Parkour, Lock-Picking, Stealth), Con-Artistry, Charm, Persuasion, Hand to Hand Combat, Basic Fire Arms Training

Stats

Strength: 3
Speed: 4
Agility: 3
Durability: 5
Mind: 4
Power Mastery: 4

Personality: "I've spent so much time taking on the roles of other people that I'm not entirely sure I know who I am myself at times any longer. Should it disturb me? Perhaps, but for the most part it doesn't bother me. It's exceedingly difficult for me to be sincere and from the bottom of my heart seeing as most of my life I've simply feigned whatever reaction was deemed most effective at that point in time. The people who call themselves my 'friends' are mostly just interested in my money, my appearance or my potential so I'll play along with them for the fun but I'm by no means naive."

Likes: Cleverness, Intelligence, Risk-takers, Solitude, Keeping his 'craft' alive, His Mother, His money, Playing games with people, Uniqueness, Innocence

Dislikes: His fame, fake people pretending they care about him, fangirls/boys, idiots, His Father, getting caught, being forced against his will, being used

Hobbies: Piano, Infiltration Side Missions, Pretending to be other people

Player Name: biex0m

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I WOULD HAVE STAYED UP WITH YOU ALL NIGHT, HAD I KNOWN HOW TO SAVE A LIFE

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▪ Date of Birth⋮ August 12
▪ Age⋮ 48, but appears 25
▪ Gender⋮ Female
▪ Height⋮ 5' 4"
▪ Weight⋮ 108 lbs
▪ Build⋮ Slender
▪ Hair Color⋮ Ebony
▪ Eye Color⋮ Blue Green
▪ Skin Tone⋮ Fleshy
▪ Ethnicity/Nationality⋮ Welsh-American
▪ Notable Features⋮ No tattoos, ears are pierced

▪ Uniform⋮ Thanks Sag
▪ Standard Attire⋮ Varies with the season

❖⋮↱A LITTLE MORE DETAIL ↲
▪ History⋮ Gabriella was born to a middle class family in Wales. While they did not struggle to have three meals a day, her life growing up, was far from glamorous. She hails from a small village there, the kind where everyone knew just about all of the neighborhood secrets. Needless to say, her hometown discovered that she was special at almost the same time she did; there had been no way to hide it. Though, they remained quiet, considering her existence in their lives a blessing. As long as she understood the injury, Bre could fix it with a simple touch and concentration. This made her a treasure in the town, one who everyone adored, despite her somewhat foolish antics.

When she wasn't mending small hurts, Bri did as most teenagers did – she attended school and dated one of the local boys, Justin. Living in such a small place, most everyone knew and approved of the match. While he had not officially asked her, as they were still only nineteen, she expected to build a life with him in their later years.

But this peaceful life was not meant to be, not forever at least. The war on terrorists made its way to Europe, and her small town caught the brunt of an attack, leaving over a hundred dead – half their population. When the bomb hit, the shock wave rocked their home, and the tertiary blast threw them fifty feet from their positions. Her parents and Justin fell victim to the blasts.

Many had body parts torn asunder – a wound that she didn't have the capacity to heal.... and with so many hurt, time and energy ran short. She had to watch many of her family die, as they were reaching out to her, begging for help that she couldn't give. Brokenhearted, confused and feeling like an epic failure, Gabriella and her sister (the only survivor in her immediate family) fled Wales and eventually found themselves in America. It was a hard life, they scraped by on minimum wage as they worked what jobs they could find. A few years later, they became citizens of the land of immigrants, and made a nest for themselves on the East Coast. They both attended school on borrowed money, Aubrey for artistic design and Gabriella for nursing. Aubrey met the man she calls her husband during her junior year, and married soon after they graduated. While the sisters remained close, as they aged the gap between them grew. Each wanted what the other had – Aubrey wanted eternal youth, Gabriella wanted the life that had been denied to her so long ago. The elder sister had since kept her distance, not wanting to drag Aubrey and her family into a manhunt for the genetic weirdos, should the public view change.

Instead, Bri became the modern nomad, only staying in one place for a few years at a time, so as to not rise suspicions. She worked in several career paths to try and avoid any messy trails following her, ranging from flight attendant, to personal trainer to microbiology. Her longest stint was as a massage therapist for four years while she earned her microbiology degree.

▪ Personality⋮Given the fact that everyone in her life has been ripped away from her either by death or age, she's become a bit of a cynic. She can heal from just about any injury within a day, so she's often quite reckless.

▪ Likes⋮ A good draft beer, exercising and attending classes to expand her knowledge base. Her favorite food is Bara Birth.

▪ Dislikes⋮ People lecturing her, most German cuisine

▪ Hobbies⋮ Running marathons, reading

◈⋮↱SUPER HUMAN ABILITY: BIOKINESIS ↲
▪ Strengths ⋮ She is able alter organic matter on a molecular structure, primarily she uses this for healing. Theoretically, Gabriella could alter someone in a harmful way, but the energy this requires far exceeds her energy, and it reflects upon herself when she exhausts her endurance. So if she makes someone sick, the same alteration happens to herself.

Repairing damage is much easier for her, but still has its limits. Abrasions, minor cuts and bruises are simple. Deeper tissue repair, fixing an ailing illness requires more energy... and obviously curing an entire disease requires the most. The latter will make her sleep for days, depending on the severity and complexity of it.

Due to the fact that she cannot shut her mutation off from herself, Gabriella does not get sick. If she is exposed to an illness, she may feel under the weather for a few hours at most. Her DNA is constantly re-morphing to a perfect state, which has made her impervious to aging past her prime.

▪ Weakness⋮Because her DNA is constantly altering herself, she cannot see a doctor. They would not be able to diagnose her, and her body will reject medicine in a most unpleasant way. Gabriella can only repair what she has knowledge of, and as stated above, can only do so much without needing a vast amount of sleep. She has to be within proximity of someone to heal them.

▪ Non-Power Skills⋮  She's a master at first aid. Gabriella holds several degrees including nursing, microbiology, and anthropology. She trains as an Iron-Man runner, so her endurance is longer than most. She likes kickboxing, particularly Muay Thai just as a self defense precaution.


◈⋮↱STATS ↲
▪ Strength⋮ 2
▪ Speed⋮ 4
▪ Agility⋮ 5
▪ Durability⋮ 8
▪ Mind⋮ 4
▪ Power Mastery⋮ 4

▌║▌ ↻ A U R A
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▹Hair Color: Black
▹Eye Color: blueish green
▹Skin Tone: Tan
▹Height: Six Foot Four Inches
▹Weight: Two Hundred and Ten pounds
▹Build: Toned, muscular

▹Notable Features:He has a sequence of tattoos stretching from his shoulder down to his hip. That look like the following. Link to Image.

▹Uniform: Not much more different from his standard Attire, as Aura he wears a thigh length leather trench coat with various little compartments for fun little toys. A black skin tight shirt with built in armor panels to guard his vital organs and black cargo pants with similar features to both jacket and shirt. And combat boots. As well as two holsters on his back where he carries two katana-esque swords. At first glance they appear to be katana's however both swords are slightly longer than Katana's and made from a thinner, harder and sharper metal. They are the only two visible weapons the rest are hidden on his person.

▹Standard Attire: Still very much dressing as he did whilst in the League, black jeans, black shirt black boots and black leather jacket. He cares little for name or brand as long as they're comfortable and give him leeway while fighting he's fine with them.

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▹Family: Alexandreina Alkaev - Sister
Zina Alkaev - Mother
Dimitri Alkaev - Father

▹History: Once upon a time, in a small village in Siberia was born a little boy - one half of a pair of fraternal twins. It was a joyous day for his parents, for after man years of failed pregnancies they were finally gifted with two babies. And everything was perfect for the first few years of their lives. The twins were close, practically inseparable, where one went the other one quickly followed. Mostly though it was Alexandru who followed his adventurous sister around. Watching her with knowing eyes and there to help here if she were to ever get into trouble.

Even as a young boy he was very serious. Barely ever smiling. He knew that protecting his sister was the most important thing in the world and no matter what people said he knew that was his purpose and main goal. To keep Alexandreina safe because no one else would. But even still, a Romani boy has his duties and that is to go to school, learn everything he can and help his father out when ever asked of him. But even when keeping distance from his twin he always had an eye on her and everything was good for the family.

Until the one day came that changed it all.

Alexandru was with his father when he felt a sudden urgancy to get to Alexandreina. Something just didn't feel quiet right and he just needed to go and check on her. So he excused himself from his father and went to go and look for her. Just as he got to her he saw the clouds over head darken seeming to appear out of no where. Before he could even blink a terrible wind rushed passed him and picked up the two boys. It was in his gut he knew his sister was responsible and that desire to keep her safe clouded him. Filling him up until it poured from his pores. Rushing up to her he settled a hand on her shoulder and cooed to her till she became aware of him.

Gently he coaxed her into releasing the boys and ending the storm. Pushing that calm, that need to sooth her out of him and into her. He felt her muscles relax and just as the storm disappeared his twin passed out. The young boy caught her and carried her home. They spent the next week watching over her - his mother, father and him. The news spread fast and before long everyone in the villiage knew of what had happened. And as superstitious as the Romani are they needed no prompting when it came to shunning the girl when she finally came too. Even their own parents passed down judgement on her. But he wouldn't leave her side and it became even more important to him to keep her safe and love her because no one else ever would.

He heard the whispers from the towns people, their murmurs of fear any time he or Alexandreina came near. He spent his nights comforting her, soothing her when she cried and his heart broke a little bit each day as he watched her in pain. It became their norm and a norm he despised above all else.

But when you think life can't get any worse it did. One night while they were asleep someone broke into their home. They injected both twins with a tranquilizer that knocked them out for several hours and by the time Alexandru woke he was alone in a five by five cell with white walls. His attire was similar to a hospital gown and her arms showed signs of blood being drawn.The only thing in the room was a twin bed. Minutes, hours, or days passed he couldn't be sure before someone came in the room and lead him out into the main hall, he was alone for several minutes when finally another door opened and Alexandreina came into view with a man.was There was no time for them to even greet each other before they were whisked away to another room.It too was a small room, it was dark and when the light came on they were sitting behind glass and out infront of them he could see dark figures.

What ever was happening he wasn't sure, but he wasn't paying any of it too much mind. He was watching his twin, forcing his calm out of him and in to her. They didn't need a storm swallowing up the small room and killing everyone if she got too scared. But after a few minutes wasn't they were once more on the move and put into another room where they were once more sedated. As it was they had been sold to the League of Assassins. The pair were trained and threw blood sweat and tears they rose in the ranks. Both in their physical endeavors and superhuman abilities. Even gaining so much prestige that Ra's al Ghul took them both under his wing personally. Offering them a father figure that they had never had.

All seemed well for the twins till they were given a task to kill the other and who ever succeeded would become Ra's al Ghul's predecessor. It was their master's greatest mistake for the twins turned on him for their love for each other was too great. The twins barely escaped with their lives and so this is where we are, only a few months later and they now want to offer their services to the Justice League.

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▹Superhuman Ability: Pheromone Control, he is able to control, alter, and secret pheromone's from himself to gain certain desired effects ie - if he wants Alexandreina to relax and calm down he will release calming, soothing pheromones.

▹Strengths: Alexandru is able to secret a pheromone that sooth's those with in a ten foot radius of him into a clam stupor. Allowing them to relax and be in a high state of suggestibility - ie he can suggest to them that they stop what they're doing, go to sleep. He can't however tell that person to hand over all their money or kill their best friends. Only do things that are the bodies natural response to such a pheromone.

▹Weaknesses: He hasn't yet learned how to produce other pheromones to induce other emotions, Nor can he alter the pheromones of another person - though if he tried because the biology of Alexandreina's is so similar to his own he could probably do so with her.

The amount of time he can sustain this power is limited and at times can backfire even on himself like for example if he's using it on Alexandreina because their biology's are so similar he can be focusing on her and end up knocking both of them out. Not but he must touch the person at least once - for after initial contact on a cellular level his body is already aware of what scents are please to the person with out this touch his ability is ultimately useless.

▹Non-Power Skills:

xx• League of Assassin's Training (Masterful) - Only the best get into the League and though he had been no more than a preteen with special abilities, Ra's al Ghul saw potential and trained him to be one of the best assassin's. Being that his ability was mainly used to keep his twin in check he had to push harder to form his body into a deadly weapon. Training to physical peek and learning various forms of fighting and ways of ending someone's life. Which included various forms of martial arts- Aikido & Krav Maga (masterful), weaponry (intermediate) and stealth (intermediate), acrobatics (intermediate), pressure points (masterful), swordsmanship (masterful)

xx• Languages (Intermediate) - Being of both Romanian and Russian decent he can speak both fluently and prefers either language. However if it is asked or needed of him he will speak English - though at times in extreme emotional moment's he revert back to his most common and comfortable languages.

xx• Forming Friendships (Beginner) - While he was an assassin he kept mainly to himself and only ever interacted with his sister as such it is difficult for him to trust people and let them get close to him.

xx• Being Good (Beginner) - Does much more need to be said, both he and Alexandreina were trained to be killers. Of course they were contract killers and only killed those they were ordered to kill and occasionally someone that pissed them off but he isn't sure about this entire good thing and coming to the league was Alexandreina's idea after all. How can you be normal when all you think about is the thousand's of ways you could kill the person talking to you?


▹Stats
xx• Strength: 4
xx• Speed: 5
xx• Agility: 5
xx• Durability: 5
xx• Mind: 3
xx• Power Mastery: 3


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▹Personality: Alexandru is a very uptight individual who doesn't quiet known how to relax or even really have fun. He's always been Alexandreina's defender and as such he's always looking for the next threat to come there way. He has a very strong protective instinct to protect those he loves and cares for. He refuses to ever allow any harm to come their way and would rather die first than see a single hair on their head harmed.

He's often described as cold, calculating and off putting. He has a very intimidating and powerful presence that makes you think twice about teasing him or even making eye contact though Alexandreina always is pushing his buttons and she's the only one who can get away with it. Being good and having moral's is a new concept to him - it had been beaten out of him in his youth and growing up under the watchful eye of one of the most sinister men in the universe keeps you for ever understanding such emotions.

He's a paranoid man - not trusting anyone other than his twin and after all how could he with all that he's endured? As such he will as already stated do everything in his power to protect his sister. Alexandru is unforgiving, once you cross him - and it only takes once - he will never forgive or trust you again. To gain his trust in the first place is a task in of itself so you better cherish it and don't screw up. He doesn't handle betrayal well and will likely plot your death and make it very painful.

He long's for his childhood innocence before everything went to s**t and he misses his home land and his people.

▹Likes: Solitude, Relaxing, Being close to Alexandreina, Pure and Innocent Beauty in the world a nice bottle of Russian Vodka.

▹Dislikes: Disrespect. Loud obnoxious women who have no respect for themselves or others, Ra's Al Ghul (it's more of a deep seeded hatred than a dislike), Romani's who dishonor their noble heritage, men who have no regard for their women weather they be sister, aunt, mother or wife.

▹Hobbies: cleaning his weapons, drinking, killing - er... I mean whu?


▹ Player Name: x-snugle fox-x