Crimson Monk

Real Name:  Edward Estelle
Hero Name:  Crimson Monk
Title:  N/A
Alignment:
Age:  32
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown
Hair: None
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6'0 FT
Weight: 182 LBS
Blood type: A-



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Even tempered, Mild Mannered, Humane, Quirky


Edward Estelle had a rather difficult childhood.  He unfortunately never got the opportunity to meet his parents.  He grew up in the "Won Buddhist Monastery" in manhattan. The monks that raised him say that he was dropped off in the middle of the night on their doorstep. They even joked that someone may have confused their monastery as a church, but that they knew it was their responsibility to tend to him.  He was taught in the ways of buddhism throughout his life and over the years had taken a great interest in all sorts of religious and spiritual philosophies that extended past the teachings of the Buddah.

Once, when Edward was a teenager, he was in a deep meditation session in where he had visions of his parents.  It would be an event that would mark and scar him for the rest of his life.   In his visions he saw what seemed to his father being impaled along with his mother by a spear that seemed to be made of energy.  Almost as if trapped within a trance the earth's negative energy began to corrupt Edward's energy core.  He was so enraged and disillusion by what he had seen that he couldn't control his own mind and body, as it began to be consumed by the rage.  In his fury his real world self began tearing down walls, punching other monks, destroying the buddha shrine and everything in his way.

After he returned to his normal state and saw what he had done he fled the city and took up a life of solitude in the mountains where he could never hurt anyone ever again.  After years of training his body, mind and soul he has decided to return to new york city to help conquer the darkness with his light.



1. Agility
2. Endurance
3. Reaction
4. Strength




Crimson Monk's power is tied into the energy of the earth.  He is able to steady his chi and concentration and draw from the universe's immense life force.  Given enough time and concentration the energy is some cases is even a bit visible as a redish light emanating from his skin.  It allows him to move and punch at immense speeds, harder and evade the enemies attacks .  Its needs constant recharging and is exhausting to continuously hold a charge.



He is suceptible to bullets, illnesses, natural distasters and the such.

Other than his wallet, his keys, cellphone and moon shaped energy stone, he is often without many items.


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July 19, 2017
UNCLE BERNIE PT 1
The hollow walls caved in as he leaned against it with the force of two strong elephants.  Uncle bernie fell through to the otherside where Maria was getting dressed.  A stern shriek came quick as Maria reached for her towel.
    Uncle Bernie, still a bit paralyzed from the fall got back up on his feet, tried to apologize before being told to "Get out!" before he could utter a word.  He ran as quickly as he could towards the door, reached for its handle and watched it crush within his hand's grasp.
    What was happening here?
"Why are you still here, Get out! Get out! Get out!" Maria screamed at the top of her lungs.
    Bernie carefully walked into the door and let it fall into place on his way out.  He jet down the stairs, carefully opened the front door and got into his small blue volvo.
  "Whats going on -" he said to himself with panting, drips of sweat falling from his eye brows and landing on his Phish shirt. He didn't know what to think, thoughts racing to and from, had he really done what he'd done.  Had he really crushed that door handle, did his weight against the wall really lead for it to cave in?  Was he some sort of freak like the others that had been uncovered?  Why was this happening to him?  So many question raced through his mind.
    Because Uncle Bernie still didn't quite understand his own strength he decided to leave the car parked in his Sister's driveway and took off on foot towards his house.  He needed some time to sleep.  Maybe he was still delusional from the 8 shots of tequila he had taken the night before at Henry's barbecue.  Or maybe it was the 4 hot dogs and 2 hamburgers he scarfed down while in a drunken fury.  He round belly button pertruded from his shirt and his stomach resembled one of those medicine balls they have at fancy gyms.  He'd really let himself go in the last few years, always promising himself he would go to the gym, but opting for food or booze or sleep instead.  Maybe thats why Martha left?  He didn't really exactly know what happened in his last relationship and tried not to think about it too much these days.
    I wonder if im super strong or something, he thought as he walked slowly down the side walk as the sun boar down above him.  He took out a penny from his right hand pocket, the change from the .99 cent Arizona iced tea he drank earlier in the day, and tried to crush it between his fingers.  Almost instantly it bent and snapped in two.