Basic Information
Name: Alastor Charon
Nickname(s): He tends to go by Charon.
Age: He says he's Twenty-Six
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 185 lbs.
Rank: Mutant Leader
Personality: As one can expect of a man in command of a vast array of mutant individuals, Alastor is an extremely charismatic and hot-blooded individual. If not for his charms, or lack thereof, many are drawn to him because of his ability to raise morale, lead many, give people a purpose. He is a fine example of a leader, even if he's on the bad side of the tracks. While he's not necessarily violent, he does have a wanting to have things a certain way, and he will go through any means necessary to achieve them, even if it means he has to throw his fists and kick and shout in order to make ends meet. On a day to day basis, the man is often seen walking about the scorched earth, traveling and zoning out and paying no attention to his surroundings. When he has places to go, he normally doesn't sweat the details. Granted, sometimes, he often takes up refugee within his mutant headquarters. Alastor thinks very highly of himself, but he would never place himself above his brethren or take another man lightly, whether they display abilities or not. That being said, even if he thinks of people as an equal, he wouldn't think twice in displaying his superiority should someone question his reign.
Physical Appearance: Alastor has a heavily imposing figure, his body being raw muscle mass and he stands at a fairly high 6'1". The man's muscles are easily defined even through his clothes. He has short though soft raven hair and golden, piercing eyes. His body is riddled with scars, the most prominent ones being across his chest, one on his cheek and the other on his forehead. His skin is lightly browned though not extraordinarily dark, more the tint of a man who spends a lot of his time in the sun.
Biography: Left out in the world to suffer, not everyone was able to make it into domes and underground cities. There were some people who simply traveled the world, scavenging what could be taken from both land and animals whenever possible. Many a time, this small tribe of infected intended to join into a larger group, but it was made impossible. So, they were left to suffer without shelter, always moving, always at risk.
Alastor was born under these conditions, the son of the tribe leader and one of the tribeswomen. Simply put, there was no love between them, it was simply a means to keep the numbers within their tribe from dropping. What they couldn't find in strangers, they made up for in children. Needless to say, times were rough, and the young ones learned to cope with stress and strain at an early age or they died from the elements, among other risks that existed outside the pleasure of a domed life.
Whether it was his blessing or his curse, Alastor began to exhibit strange ability once he was twelve years old. The sun seemed to reflect off of his skin as it would a polished metal, and he claimed that he couldn't even pinch his skin and nothing necessarily hurt him. This strange mutation slowly and slowly continued on, eventually what was skin was replaced by scales and metallic shavings, a once normal, human boy was slowly transforming into a steel beast.
Though his mind was somewhat shot and his body was far from human anymore, his tribe hadn't abandoned him, and he wasn't sure why. A behemoth of metal, he could be seen from a mile away moving toward a domed establishment, and that much was enough for the humans within to take panic. Before the tribe could move along about their own business, the sounds of guns and cannons rang out in the air, tearing apart those he called family, friends, anyone who cares for him. It was a rough sight, especially for a monster who still wasn't shunned away despite his appearance.
That being said, it's only expected that he would go berserk. Their bullets and explosives could not harm him, he ripped soldiers in half piece by piece, killing fathers and brothers and sons with no remorse. Why should they get to live when his family didn't have a fighting chance? Why should anyone get to live? With that thought, the man charged the entrance to the dome after the front line was destroyed and proceeded to rampage inside. It was almost ironic...the same thing which had kept them safe from outside attack was also keeping them caged in, unable to escape unless they were close enough to the gates to leave before Alastor got to them.
Over the course of the next few weeks, the dome was effectively left abandoned, shambles of what it once was. In the midst of his momentary reprieve, Alastor was able to go through a metamorphosis once again. This time, he evolved into a human-esque form, capable of thought, wanting a change. If a normal human would simply attack a mutated being and those surrounding him on sight, then there would be nowhere safe for a mutant until the world bowed to them. That was Alastor's early understanding.
Claiming the dome as his own, Alastor went out into the world searching for those like himself, mutants, creatures, demons. He coerced them to join his cause, gave them a purpose other than lying around to rot or wait and die. With the few he managed to bring back to the dome, they rebuilt slowly what Alastor had destroyed in his rampage, making it their own utopia for mutant kind. Once he'd gained enough numbers, Alastor's goal became clear.
He didn't want just one dome for all of the mutants to live within peacefully. Oh no, he wanted those who shunned them and forced them away to suffer as they had. Only then will they see the error of their ways. With his leadership established and the mutants at his command, his attack on the human race begins now.
Theme Song(s): To be filled out eventually
Special Information
Mutations: While he once appeared as a large, metallic beast, he has gained enough control over his mutation and his body to revert to a more human state. Although, his left arm remains mutated. Given he's pushed too far, Alastor will often mutate into an armored form, equipped with a more demonic appendage and wings for flight.
Abilities: Among his abilities, the most prominent would be his extraordinarily high physical power, which he claims is unmatched by any mutant, and often displays that when possible. He can apply his strength in various ways, such as kicking off the ground to jump incredibly high, or using the muscles in his legs to accelerate up to speeds which would normally break a human running at the same speed. Along with his strength comes his almost steely skin, which most bullets under high caliber can't even welt let alone pierce through. This is likely due to the fact that he evolved from a metallic beast to the form he takes, which makes most blunt trauma basically inert against him unless the impact is incredibly high. When armored completely, both his physical strength and his durability increase to almost unreal proportions, turning him into nothing short of a juggernaut.
Weapon(s): Alastor carries no weapons save for his left arm, which remains totally transformed.
Fighting Style(s): He's what you can call a berserker, throwing his whole body into every motion to maximize damage while risking taking damage all the same. It's not often you see the man taking anything less than a reckless approach.
Other: As with his tribe, Alastor tends to have relations where there is no love behind it, but as a simple stress reliever, and perhaps an heir should he need one one day. Whether he is incapable of love or not is a whole other question. He has shown compassion to others when the time feels right, but wanting a lasting relationship with any one person has never appealed to him.
