Elliot Jones

Moniker: S-180
Secret Identity: Elliot Jones
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Shadow Flayers
Superpowers: Dark energy control, Immortality, Life drain, can hear the darkness between worlds on a night with clear skies.
Super weaknesses: Cutting light (lasers)
Skills: Competent hand to hand combatant, Well educated, Strong control of his powers, Good climber, good at salvaging and rigging scrap.
Your secret base: Homeless
Appearance: 6 ft tall, pale skin, blue eyes with specs of back, long brown hair, athletic and broad shouldered build, face that looks so much what one would describe as “average human male” it’s a bit suspicious.
Costume design: looks like something out of a post apocalyptic wasteland, shabby clothes with colors ranging from grey to green, a gas mask that covers his whole face, and a hood.
Equipment: Crow bar, gas mask, Backpack, A shabby yet reliable truck to haul parts, salvaging tools.
Bio: In the early age of heroes a terror set upon the globe. From the darkness betwixt came a race of beings arrived on earth unlike any seen before. This wasn’t the only time aliens would come under the banner of war, but these came not to burn our cities or steal our resources; they came to devour the souls of earth’s people, and build monuments to their warped gods. These creatures were of course defeated by the heroes of the golden age. Their strange fleshy ships were destroyed and their races hunted down to the last man; or so the world thought. In reality a handful of them managed to adapt their forms and infiltrate the human population. Many of the infiltrators as well would be tracked down and killed; on account of their lack of human social skills. There was one notable exception, an infant taken by a government agency dedicated to the research and control of super humans. He was raised and monitored in a research facility; the people there weren’t exactly cruel to him, and although many were quite distant and jabbed him with more than a few needles that didn’t bother him much. Things were simple, some of the staff was friendly enough, and frankly it was the closest thing to home he can remember. Then came the Omegas, the facility was destroyed in the war along with everyone else in it, and Elliot fled into the wastes. Since then he’s been getting by on the outskirts of society and in the borderlands, salvaging the ruins of the old world, selling scrap, and fighting raiders. He never thought of himself as any kind of hero, but never was one stand by and let innocent people get hurt.

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