The Inquisitor

Real Name: Cyton Hiles (not known publicly)
Super Hero/Villain/Renegade/etc Name: The Inquisitor
Title: The Inquisitor
Alignment: Mercenary
Age: Roughly 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Hair: Brown, Short.
Eyes: Blue, penetrating.
Height: 5"9
Weight: 160lbs

Costume Description/Image: The Inquisitor is always wearing a black balaclava (with covered eye and mouth holes), a black waistcoat (Kevlar-lined), A white shirt with a black tie (longer than normal ties, made of hardened materials to be used as strangle cloth and a rope), a set of silver cufflinks (useable as throwing darts), a pair of black trousers (again Kevlar lined) and a pair of black suit shoes (Steel toe capped with rubber bottoms to prevent electrocution). During colder or more "delicate" assignments He will also wear black leather gloves.

Personality: Cold and ruthless, The Inquisitor is believed to be mentally unstable and has been heard at times speaking to himself. He is often a comedian, however, making dark-humoured jokes with his prey. He is never sociable unless in a rare circumstance he is forced to be. He is in some ways a gentleman to women, and will never hurt a woman unless it is direly necessary. He has a sadistic and dark sense of humour, and he is considered twisted by some, but exalted by others. He comes across as intimidating.

History: Not much is known of Cyton. The 5th child of German immigrants who moved in the 1970's, he watched the murder of 2 of his elder brothers and the family dog whilst they were walking in a rough part of the city and, although he fled, he frequently believed that he infact slaughtered the opponents and his siblings., which made his mother and father kick him out in anger and fear for their safety. His early life was spent as a fighting street urchin and thief. After a string of burglaries and assaults the Juvenile Detention squad were assigned to capture the future vigilante, eventually capturing him by having 5 men pin him down and taser him while he was handcuffed. By the time he was 13, he was spending time in so called "correctional facilities" where he was being "corrected" with electrolysis or beatings. Inside he met many enemies, including young rapists and murderers who were keen on cutting him open due to his extremely unsociable attitude, and whilst in there he was forced to kill in self defence, breaking the boys neck with an electric cable in the workshop, though it was covered up by many as suicide in pure fear, and he was gave permanent access to most of the correctional centre's amenities. It is believed this incident unhinged him young, causing a sociopathic attitude which sent him on a mad track to conquer enemies, so long as he was rewarded (as the warders at the correctional facilities had encouraged him to fight other inmates for their pleasure in return for TV time and the like). Upon his leaving of the facility aged 18 Cyton travelled overseas to work, finding labourman's work in Spain. Whilst he was over there he got involved with a local crime group, who used his proficient fighting skill to enforce their law on the local people. At this point Cyton was becoming sentient of his ways, and decided on a revenge course to those who were wronging others by capturing them individually and torturing them for information on whereabouts of their valuables, and thereafter called himself The Inquisitor, making it a title to show his seperation from humanity.

Cyton spent a short stretch (5 years) in the French Foreign Legion, where he harnessed his raw fighting prowess into combat techniques, learnt French to a native level, learnt to drive and use a motorbike and how to handle a range of firearms. He dissapeared off the radar aged 22 when he left the FFL, when many had believed he had taken the FFL's offer of French citizenship, but instead he had carteled himself back to the US aboard a freight ship, now trained and hellbent on revenge for anyone who was unjust. Upon arriving in the United States once more Cyton had acquired the number of a Mafia contact, who in time would lead him to contracts and money to be earned. 2 years passed graciously as a Mafia hitman until Cyton came into disagreement with a Capo and, after a temporary struggle, ripped the Capo's fingernails out with pliars. Expelled from the Mafia and gave the kiss of death, The Inquisitor became madder than ever, becoming a freelance to broaden his chances of defeating all those who wrong him and the world

Powers: The Inquisitor holds no proper superpowers, but has a proficiency in Judo, Boxing, Kung Fu, Acrobatics, Firearms, Swords and Explosives. Some believe he has harnessed the power of fear, but this may moreso be a talent than a superpower.

PowerGrid:
intelligence- 4
strength- 4
speed- 3
durability- 5
energy projection- 0
fighting skills- 6

Roleplay Sample: "White male. 6"1. Tuxedo. Glasses. Pretty conspicuous i'd say." The Inquisitor wasn't feeling any need for detail as he read the note, a rat can be seen as a rat from a good 100 paces. Tonight was going to be a heavy night, but anything worth killing for was worth the adversity. He stepped out from the porch into the crunching snow. "How does anyone expect a silent kill in this fucking snow?" he muttered to himself. The Inquisitor is not a fan of the elements, least of all the snow. He started to walk, the crunch eventually blending in with the increasing wind that had immediately pick up since The Inquisitor's descent down the hill. Tonight was a scumbag's ball, complete with whores and businessmen more crooked than the Soviet sickle, complete with their glorious champagne and cocaine. Tonight was, as once mentioned, gonna be "heavy". A Rolls Royce pulled up overtly. A tinted, obviously bullet proof window slid down briefly for its occupant to throw out a handgun towards the waiting Inquisitor, a Desert Eagle .50, caught swiftly as the jewelled hand flew back inside the car and the window had just slid back up by the time the Rolls had sped into the distance. "Fully loaded already. This one's eager." The Inquisitor laughed an unnerving laugh to himself before slipping down a back alleyway to where he knew the kitchen entrance would be. Taking the safety switch off the D-eagle, The Inquisitor laughed that unnerving laugh to himself. "3000 bucks. For exterminating vermin. Life has its twists, I must say." He once again muttered to himself before slowly opening the door.

Further expand on his personality and history, he seems an awful lot like an old character I used to have, so make him a little more unique

For history, write some more, how did he get into the correctional facility? who were his parents? Why was the facility so harsh about their ways? detail.

on it.

This character still eerily reminds me of my old character Ricardo, ill see how you play him before I complain though, approved