Name: Dymor MortemRace: Human/Demigod
Crazy Power (Explain it with its advantages AND weaknesses): The powers of Dymor are that of any bean born into the underworld, due to him being at a young age his powers are like that of him being a battery as they drain his very essence causing him to become weakened...this weakened state can become random at times affecting different parts of his mind and body which will only deteriorate if he over uses his powers for pro-longed periods of time, due to him walking amongst the earth in human form, The end result of him over using his powers is that he is sent back into the underworld as a built in fail safe in which he shall have to re-charge.
Essence Draining Powers (Ones that weaken Dymor):
Life-Force Absorption: (The user can absorb life-force/energy, vitality and health, while removing it from the source, into their body and use it in various ways, gaining some form of advantage, either by enhancing themselves, gaining the drained power, using it as power source etc., either temporarily or permanently.
As many superpowers are derived from life force, user may be able to absorb them from the targets. Any attacks derived from superpowers are also vulnerable to such abilities, as the energy and matter produced contains the user's life force, which can be drained and rendering the attack useless. Extended drain may result in extended or permanent effects, or even death.)
Weapon Manipulation: (User can create, summon, shape, manipulate and use any kind of weapons with perfect skill, whether pre-modern, modern or even more exotic ammunition/attacks. If it is a weapon or could be improvised as one, they are completely proficient with it.
Some users can even make the weapons out of a piece of themselves, whether by using their life-force or shaping their own flesh and bone.)
Blood Magic: (The user has the inherent power in their blood to fuel spell-casting. This is an ancient version that predates word-based magic and was considered by some to be more powerful. Blood Magic was a kind of magic based on the employment of blood which is an important component in many rituals, spells and other aspects of the supernatural world.)
Intangibility: (User is able to move through objects and ignore most physical effects in their way, exact means how this is done vary between slipping partially into other dimensions, being able to make their own particles move between other particles, being non-physical being of energy, vibrating their molecules into a new quantum frequency, etc. Regardless the user is able to ignore most attacks, physical dangers and gravity.)
Backstory(Minimum a paragraph):
Born into a a small family tree located in the eastern part of England which consisted oh himself, mother and farther. The Mortem family was better of wealth wise than most of the family's located around the neighbourhood...Dymor started school at the age of five in which he attended a private nursery, passing through the nursery and into junior school without anything exiting happening, he wasn't the most social person when it came to making friends but he got along just fine with others when he did decide to open his mouth and mummer out a few words. Going into secondary school Dymor found himself not making many friends he was kind of a book worm compared to most of he other students at his school who mostly we're all into fitness or 'being rebels'...there was no middle ground with these people due to it being a fancy private school.
One day after class Dymor decided to head home straight away as he didn't feel all too well, making his way home he took notice of the sky and how dark the moon had become...stooping in-front of his house and reaching into his pocket in order to find that of the front door key, he would then slightly sigh as the key was not located in his pocket. Removing his rucksack and place it in-front of him he would then being to fumble around inside it searching for the key. Exhaling a quick breath as extends his legs once more in order to stand up he would reach out with his right hands to knock on the door, as he closes his hand to form a fist he stops as he notices the door is slightly ajar.
Taking a single pace inside he would look around the hallway of his house, taking notice of his mothers and farthers shoes located just outside the living room he would follow suit walking inside and allowing his rucksack to slide off his shoulder and land onto the carpet below with a slight thud. Dymor's face would drop like a stone, tear swelling up in his eyes as he can see the entire room had been overturned. His gaze shifting over to the two corpses lying in the centre of the room, a pool of thick rich red blood surrounding each, dropping to his knees and allowing his entire body to go limp as tears begin to roll out from his eyes, down onto his cheeks he would let out a bellowing scream of auginsh. Shortly after letting out his bellowing screech a black suited man comes running down the stairs with a rather large fire located in his hand.
Stopping just behind Dymor and aiming his weapon at his centre mass, Dymor would raise his hands into the air letting out a quiverful yelp as he hears the slide of the mans weapon being cocked form behind him "Please don't kill me..." after spluttering out a those few words the man behind him would mummer something along the lines of "Sorry kid...it's just buisness." A loud bang is heard ringing thought the house, shortly after a 9mm round would impact the back of Dymor, falling silent and onto his front letting out a slight splutter his vision would begin to black out as the figure that fired upon him now stands before his gaze. Shifting his had up in order to get a look a look he would find himself staring down a smoking barrel, everything then went black.
Dymor would find himself floating through a matt black backdrop shortly after it would feel as if he was plummeting downwards..letting out a small scream as he begins to fall for what fells like an eternity he would then stop for what appears just a few inches off the ground, he would then orientate himself with a flap of his hands, he would then drop onto his feet as the black screen surround him is torn open. In front of him would be a purple looking sky, A single figure standing before him resting on a cherry blossom tree as the wind picks up shaking Dymor's hair in the wind...looking over to the figure resting on the tree he would splutter out a few words "W-W-Where am I sir?" The figure would then dart over to Dymor and stand just before him the sun blocking out any his facial features . Speaking in a unknown accent with a slight echo in his voice the figure would bellow out. "You...you're dead. Now I know you must be pretty upset with what you saw happen to your parents...'so tragic' but I have a bigger purpose for you...but I'll give you a choice in the matter"
Dymor clenches his fists as a look of anger turn on his face as his teeth begin to grind against one another, looking up at the figure. "What do you want from me?" The blackout figure standing before him would laugh..."I'll show you." as he extends his arm over towards Dymor's head, placing his palm flat onto his head Dymor's head would begin to fill with his parents suffering...and also the suffering of others as random images of war, anguish and suffering enter his brain..slowly breaking him. As the figure pries his hand off Dymor's temple he would then chuckle "Do you see it now?"
Bursting out into uncontrollable laughter as the images still run rampart in his brain Dymor would look up to the figure standing before him. "Oh yes...and I couldn't agree more?" he would mummer out as he begins to laugh even harder, the man would then join in laughter as he raises his arm parallel to the floor, forming a right angle with his elbow "Give me your hand." Dymor reaches out with his right hand his palm facing the floor. The man before him then takes out a rather large stamp from his pocket, it would then begin to heat up bright red as blood begins to flow from the symbol located the the bottom of the stamp just before it's placed onto his hand a large shroud surrounds Dymor as the stamp is applied more random images of all the wrong doings in the world fill his mind...this time something has changed inside Dymor as he now re-born dropping back onto his feet as the shroud fades he would then adjust his posture briefly. Looking towards his hand then back to the figure. The man would then chuckle out "You're too much of a softy as you are now...even with my attempt to change you...im sending you somewhere special... Shakai Mokushiroku will do."
Nodding in a agreement Dymor extends his right arm up parallel towards his head, closing his little and ring finger in on themselves as the icon of the stamp appears on the back of his hand he would then close his eyes and Imagen's his destination. His tongue would then stick out from the corner of his mouth as he steps forwards into a swirling red hole. He then would giggle "Back to school so soon..."
