Dreogan & Whisper

Real Name: Marcus Roe(Dreogan)
Super Hero/Villain/Renegade/etc Name: Dreogan
Title: Dreogan: Master, Dragon|Whisper: Slave
Alignment: Villain
Age: 23
Gender:Male
Race: caucausin
Hair: See pictures
Eyes: See pictures
Height: Dreogan: 6'0"
Weight: Dreogan: 179 lbs

Character Description/Image: Dreogan

Personality: Dreogan is cold, calculating and menacing. He was, at one time, a young man who aspired to be a military strategist, but no longer. After his mental collapse, he became a man without a mind, as if his brain's only thought process is the most effective way to kill someone or something. He takes pleasure in watching people die slowly and painfully, and is known to torture and rape his victims before killing them.

History: Marcus Roe was at one time a talented soldier, well on his way to becoming a high-ranking general. He was a well-liked fellow, kind and laid-back when needed, or strict and disciplined. His lover, Skye, was simply a "house-wife" awaiting his return.

However, Marcus never returned. Instead, Dreogan did. Something happened on the battlefield. No one is sure what, but the only thing people, the few that survived, remember is Marcus pinned behind a truck by a hail of enemy gunfire, the air filled with the sounds of gun blast, grenades going off, and mortar fire. Then a terrible shrieking, followed later by dead silence.

That day, Marcus' mind was lost. He snapped, charging the battlefield through the gunfire, and simply ran to the enemy. They were so shocked by this man with the ferocious look that they didn't fire. Instead, they were slaughtered.

After that day, no one saw Marcus again. They assumed he was dead or captured, until 5 months later, he returned to Skye. She was at her parent's home, still grieving over the loss of her love. Marcus burst in, killing everyone in the house, save for Skye. He looked at her for a long time as she cried, before he tied her up and began to rape her, cutting up her chest and stomach as he did so.

Afterwards, he dragged a cry Skye out of the house, where over the years, he has continued to abuse her to the point that her mind is nearly lost, much like his own. Now, they simply travel around, causing as much pain and destruction as possible.

Powers: Neither Dreogan nor Whisper have any convential powers, per se. Their only "power" is their uncanny ability for causing death and destruction.

PowerGrid:
Dreogan
Intelligence: 5
Strength: 5
Speed: 3
Durability: 3
Energy Projection: 0
Fighting Skills: 6


Roleplay Sample:
Dreogan sat silently on a roof, seated a top the fire escape ladder. Behind him, Whisper had drawn her knees to her chest and was sobbing quietly. Dreogan scanned the city below him, his eyes picking targets from the large crowds that moved like water beneath him.

"Red shirts?" He questioned to himself. Would it be enough to sate his bloodlust for now? He drew his rifle up, taking aim down below. If it wasn't enough, he could always pick off a few stragglers in the crowd.

He smiled from behind his rifle, " Goodbye."

A shot rang out, then another. Bullets flew from the roof, embedding themselves deep within the heads of any unlucky person that happened to be wearing a red shirt. They fell like flies against the pavement, blood pooling en masse underneath the now panicking crowd. Shouts, screams, crying. All music to his black heart.

Whisper crawled to his side. "Master.." was all she said as she watched with tears in her eyes as each victim fell in quick succession, a clean shot between the eyes sending them to whatever lay after their pitiful lives. Dreogan pushed her away, "Useless whore, do something useful or move." Whisper backed up, tears welling up in her eyes.

Sirens filled the air, drowning out the screams. "The police are coming, Master." "No shit?"

Dreogan stood up just as a team of police burst through the rooftop door. He drew a pistol, sending bullets into each one of their hearts before the last man had come through the door. "Let's go find someone worth while to kill, shall we?" "Yes, Master.."

Approved fool.